*Alright Ash, let's see you do this better than me*
Watch and learn.
*I'm watching, but I'm not learning.*
Well maybe if you'd be quiet…
*…Maybe if you'd actually start it.*
I would if you'd actually let me!
*Well then go!*
Women….
*Just start it.*
I'm a'goin'!
Haunted Hearts~Part 11; I welcome thee with open arms! ~
"Okay…" Misty's voice broke the uneasy silence. "Who do we look for first?"
"Well," I thought a bit before answering, "I say the evil mother so we can get her out of the way, how's that sound?"
"Fine." Misty shuddered. "Although the idea of looking for a dead body…"
I sighed. "Don't remind me!"
I grabbed her hand and led her down the two flights of stairs to the main living room. "Let's start here." I suggested.
Misty just shrugged and cautiously moved around the room. "Hey, Misty?" I started.
She looked over at me from the closet she was looking in. "Huh?"
"Um…" I shifted the weight on my legs nervously. "Stay in the same room as me, okay?" I smiled up at her. "I won't let the evil mother get you."
Misty grinned at me and winked. "Thanks Ashy!"
I grinned back and returned back to my search, keeping an extra eye out on Misty. "Now if I were a dead body, were would I hide?" I mumbled to myself.
A closet? I shrugged and opened the door. Ewwwww. I made a face. "This smells worse then the rest of the house, which is saying a lot." The closet was pitch black and almost seemed to have no end. "Hey! Misty!" I called.
"What?" She didn't look up from the other closet she was looking in. "I think this is one of those funk walk in closets! I wonder where the light is…" My hand reached up and I felt a string. I pulled.
Nothing.
"Huh… lights must be out. Misty, hand me the flashlight over there, will ya?"
"Yes, sir, anything else, sir?" Misty grabbed the flashlight from one of our bags and handed it to me. I just grinned at her and started to fiddle with the thing to get it to work.
Misty bent down to pick something up. "Hey Ash, look at this."
"There!" I finally got it to work, I moved the flashlight to look in the closet. My eyes buldged, my stomach did flip flops, and I could just feel something coming up from there. The flashlight dropped from my hand causing Misty to look over there. She audibly gasped and dropped what she had been holding.
There in the closet was a body. A body attached to a rope by the neck.
Even though the flashlight was on the ground, you could still see the body just hanging there, dangling. As grueseome as it was, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Misty on the other hand buried her head in my back and wouldn't look up. The body was mostly decayed, you could see bones, but there was some flesh on there, mostly rotting away and the bugs, there were bugs! Although it was mostly a skull, there was almost an evil grin planted on its face. The rope attached to the ceiling somehow must've been what I thought was the light switch. I could feel my stomach doing something weird in there. Something was coming up especially at the thought of touching that THING.
I finally tore my eyes away and looked down. There was a piece of paper on the floor. I quickly backed out of the closet and slammed the door shut so Misty could look again, not that it helped any. Her face was still buried in my back. "Misty," I whispered, "The door's closed, you can look now." I felt her twitch, but that was all. "Is that paper on the ground what you wanted to show me?"
She nodded in my back. I sighed. "Are you just going to stay there."
She shook her head.
I rolled my eyes and bent down to pick up the paper. Misty moved with me, almost afraid to let me go and look. If it wasn't so terrifying I would be laughing and teasing Misty right about now.
I looked at the paper and began to read it out loud.
That wretched girl! It's all her fault! After she accused me of abusing her and the little brat, they came to get me and locked me up! How dare they! After ten years I finally managed to escape! I have been on the run for five years now, and my running has led me back to my old home. Apparently they have all left. The brat is no longer here. I should very much like to get her back for all she has done to me! But there is no time. I'd rather die than go back to that horrid jail with those raunchy smelly men, and so I shall! Oh death, I welcome thee with open arms!
Misty finally lifted her head from my back, but never let up her grip on my shirt. "Ash," she started. "You mean we have to carry that outside?"
I nodded miserably.
Misty suddenly stiffened. A cold wind was blowing, and this was a cold wind we had felt before. "Ash! Don't let it get me!" She clung to my arm not wanting to face what was coming.
I growled under my breath. I wouldn't let it touch Misty! And for what seems appropriate… over my dead body!
~
*ASH!*
What?
*You made me sound so… so helpless!*
Well…
*Well it was you who was clinging to me!*
Was not!
*Was too!*
Was not!
*Was too!*
Was not!
*Was too!*
Not!
*To!*
Not!
*To!*
Not!
Okay…… yeah…. Kinda predictable… but…. Sorry… will for writing this is kind of dying, I just wanna finish it. Review anyway please ^_^
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