Seeing Things
They were in an old house. Wood floors creaked with every step Peyton and Josh took. Most of the windows were shattered. Shards of broken glass laid around the windows. Light blue paint was peeling off the wall, exposing wood.
Josh accidentally stepped on a shard of broken glass, causing it to make a loud crack. Jumping, Peyton cringed. She shot a look at Josh.
"Can you make anymore noise?" She whispered to him.
"I don't know; do you want me to try?" Josh replied. Peyton rolled her eyes and he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Jerk," Peyton whispered to him.
"Loser," He replied.
"Ass!"
"Bitch!"
They stepped through the worn down house cautiously. Then the stepped into a curious room.
It was a bedroom. There was a sleigh bed in the corner, and it had gold and silver silk sheets. An old oak dresser was against a wall. It was elegantly carved. Smiling, Peyton headed for the bed. Josh grabbed her hand. On impulse, she pulled away and he looked apologetically at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked.
"What? Just because we're trying to send a ghost back to hell, doesn't mean I can't be in comfort in the meanwhile," Peyton replied, eyeing the bed and noticing how comfortable it looked.
Josh rolled his eyes and stood back as Peyton walked towards the bed. Brushing her hand over the sheets, she felt nothing bad coming from it. Smiling smugly to herself, she laid down on it and sighed. She sunk in it a little ways.
"I'm going to go see if there are any other rooms in this house," Josh stated, walking out the door. Peyton waved bye, resting her eyes a little bit. All of the sudden, the room felt cold and still. Shivering, Peyton sighed.
"Josh, if you find a heater, turn it on for me, okay?" She called out. Hearing nothing, Peyton opened her eyes, "Josh?" She sat up and found herself face to face with a ghost.
Burns were all over his left side. He looked like a character in Grease. His hair was dark and fell sloppily into his eyes. He seemed handsome, or at least he would be if he didn't have the burns on his left side.
Peyton quickly took a breath. The bad memories coming from the ghost made her head hurt. She held her head, still looking at him. He doesn't look that bad. She couldn't think of anything to say. Her mouth opened and closed with no words coming out. The ghost moved towards her and she moved away from it.
Quickly getting off the bed, Peyton looked around for something. It's so cold. The ghost began to come after her. He looked mad. Really mad. Peyton slowly moved towards the door. Seeing what she was doing, the ghost moved in front of the door and blocked it.
He advanced on her. Peyton tried to get away, but he grabbed her hard around the throat. Realization struck her. He can move solid objects! Slowly and painfully, he lifted Peyton up. Her toes were one inch off the ground when he stopped.
Lungs getting no air, Peyton tried to fight her way out of his grip. He held onto her throat tight. Remembering the rule, Peyton struggled even more. Three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without air. Her hands gripped his dead, cold hands tightly, trying to pulled them off her throat.
Peyton's mind was beginning to get fuzzy. She could feel her hands and toes grow cold. Must stay awake. . . Must stay. . . Her mouth opened, trying to let oxygen through. Pulse weak, Peyton tried to claw her way out of his grip. Her head started to droop, eyes closing. Prayers to all who had ever been hurt went through her mind. The ghost seemed smug about killing her. She hoped that the ghost wouldn't hurt anyone else. Tears came to Peyton's eyes. She hoped Josh. . .
They were in an old house. Wood floors creaked with every step Peyton and Josh took. Most of the windows were shattered. Shards of broken glass laid around the windows. Light blue paint was peeling off the wall, exposing wood.
Josh accidentally stepped on a shard of broken glass, causing it to make a loud crack. Jumping, Peyton cringed. She shot a look at Josh.
"Can you make anymore noise?" She whispered to him.
"I don't know; do you want me to try?" Josh replied. Peyton rolled her eyes and he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Jerk," Peyton whispered to him.
"Loser," He replied.
"Ass!"
"Bitch!"
They stepped through the worn down house cautiously. Then the stepped into a curious room.
It was a bedroom. There was a sleigh bed in the corner, and it had gold and silver silk sheets. An old oak dresser was against a wall. It was elegantly carved. Smiling, Peyton headed for the bed. Josh grabbed her hand. On impulse, she pulled away and he looked apologetically at her.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked.
"What? Just because we're trying to send a ghost back to hell, doesn't mean I can't be in comfort in the meanwhile," Peyton replied, eyeing the bed and noticing how comfortable it looked.
Josh rolled his eyes and stood back as Peyton walked towards the bed. Brushing her hand over the sheets, she felt nothing bad coming from it. Smiling smugly to herself, she laid down on it and sighed. She sunk in it a little ways.
"I'm going to go see if there are any other rooms in this house," Josh stated, walking out the door. Peyton waved bye, resting her eyes a little bit. All of the sudden, the room felt cold and still. Shivering, Peyton sighed.
"Josh, if you find a heater, turn it on for me, okay?" She called out. Hearing nothing, Peyton opened her eyes, "Josh?" She sat up and found herself face to face with a ghost.
Burns were all over his left side. He looked like a character in Grease. His hair was dark and fell sloppily into his eyes. He seemed handsome, or at least he would be if he didn't have the burns on his left side.
Peyton quickly took a breath. The bad memories coming from the ghost made her head hurt. She held her head, still looking at him. He doesn't look that bad. She couldn't think of anything to say. Her mouth opened and closed with no words coming out. The ghost moved towards her and she moved away from it.
Quickly getting off the bed, Peyton looked around for something. It's so cold. The ghost began to come after her. He looked mad. Really mad. Peyton slowly moved towards the door. Seeing what she was doing, the ghost moved in front of the door and blocked it.
He advanced on her. Peyton tried to get away, but he grabbed her hard around the throat. Realization struck her. He can move solid objects! Slowly and painfully, he lifted Peyton up. Her toes were one inch off the ground when he stopped.
Lungs getting no air, Peyton tried to fight her way out of his grip. He held onto her throat tight. Remembering the rule, Peyton struggled even more. Three weeks without food, three days without water, three minutes without air. Her hands gripped his dead, cold hands tightly, trying to pulled them off her throat.
Peyton's mind was beginning to get fuzzy. She could feel her hands and toes grow cold. Must stay awake. . . Must stay. . . Her mouth opened, trying to let oxygen through. Pulse weak, Peyton tried to claw her way out of his grip. Her head started to droop, eyes closing. Prayers to all who had ever been hurt went through her mind. The ghost seemed smug about killing her. She hoped that the ghost wouldn't hurt anyone else. Tears came to Peyton's eyes. She hoped Josh. . .