FASH: Heylo, wuz up? ... I'm sorry, that was me trying to be cool, like the old people who made the Barbie, California Girl commercial. I swear that commercial scares me, in the song they get some dude to say 'Bling Bling' in a monotone voice, is that supposed to be cool? Cause it isn't. Anyways, that's enough of my ranting for now, I'm sure you've been annoyed by this, if you even bothered to read it.

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Tyson stared as the giant door, which was previously locked, opened up, all by itself. Now maybe if Tyson were a normal kid, he would have screamed and fainted on the spot, but Tyson was special, very special. Meaning he screamed very, very loudly. "AHHHHHHH!: And ran up to his room.

Johnny was confused as the boy ran right through him. "That wasn't very nice, and I just set him free." He looked at the disappearing figure of the mystery boy. "Well, I suppose I won't be able to haunt him…." He thought to himself for a moment, before his eyes widened in realization. "The witch's prophecy! It must be coming true! He's here and he looks just like Lindsay!" He grinned, before he realized that he had just scared the socks off the boy. "This may not be going as planned, but I know it will work out in the end!" (More information on the prophecy and all that other wonderful stuff will come later.)

Tyson was in his room, hiding under the blankets, very thankful that there were no cameras directed onto him, he would hate for people to think that he was a little kid who was afraid of everything, no he wasn't scarred, he had only been hiding out in his room for the last couple of days because…. Because…. Okay, he was scared, but like hell he was going to let anyone know that!

"Uhhh, it's only been four days and I'm already out of junk food." Tyson wined to himself. His mouth felt so dry, like sandpaper. "And I need to get water!" He would have cried, but he was pretty sure if he did he'd die of dehydration, and then he'd b dead, how the hell was that going to help? He was trying to stay away from the creepy ghost/spirit/thing, not join up with it in death!

"Well, I guess I have to go out, to the well." Tyson sighed as he grabbed a water bottle and made his way carefully through the halls, unaware than no matter how hard he tried to hide, a pair of violet eyes were watching his every move. (OoOoOoHhHhHh… Scary... U)

As Tyson was coming back in, very happy that he didn't have any sort of supernatural encounter, he got a bright idea. (For him, of course. Tyson: HEY! FASH: You know I love you!) He quickly ran up to his room and found a piece of paper and a pen, then he quickly ran over to Johnny's room writing a message on the paper.

Jonathan McGregor, are you here? Was what the message said, and Tyson quickly left it on the pillow of the bed before storming out of the room. 'Well, at least now I'll know who's haunting me, I mean, the palace, or whatever you call this place. Hmmm…' He began to grin. 'If it is Jonathan, maybe this won't be so bad.'

Jonathan looked at the note on his bed, smirking to himself as he got a quill and a bottle of ink. "At least he's trying to communicate."

Tyson woke slowly, it was probably around noon judging by the vast amounts of light streaming through the window. "I don wanna get up." He rolled over, and his eyes snapped open when the sound of crunching paper greeted his ears. "Huh?" He sat up and looked down, there, where his head had been seconds ago, was the note he had left on Jonathan's pillow, but now it had more writing on it. Just underneath his quick, mess writing in blue ink, was an elegant script in black. Tyson picked it up and squinted his eyes so he could read it properly.

Yes, and who are you to disturb my peace?

Believe it or not, that got Tyson nervous as he wearily looked around for pen to write back. 'Maybe if I let him know I'm not here permanently, he won't try and freak me out again.' He quickly spotted the blue pen and got to work.

I am Tyson Grainger, I do not want to disturb your peace, really I don't! I'm only here for….. Well, the first day I got here I'd be here for two weeks, so that's…. 10 more days. Please don't drive me out of your house or kill me in my sleep or anything….

Johnny, who was watching what Tyson wrote from behind him, snorted. 'Oh no, I'm not letting you go….'

… So then I'll be out of your hair in just a bit over a week. So, can't we just be friends? Tyson bit his lip at how corny that sounded. 'I sound like some chick who just dumped her boyfriend.'

Johnny put one hand over his mouth to cover up his chuckles. 'Well, I suppose now is a good of a time as any to show myself.' His face became serious as he concentrated for a moment.

Tyson saw a flash of light and looked up, eyes widening when he saw an ethereal figure in front of him, the figure of Jonathan McGregor. (I keep spelling Jonathan wrong! I hate that name now! (Hisses))

Jonathan's eyes softened as he reached forward, as if to trace Tyson's face. "I never believed in reincarnation, until now."

FASH: I have lost count on how many times I've spelt Jonathan wrong, no wonder Johnny hates his real name, I'd hate it too! Anyways, yep, next chapter is a look into Johnny's past, in Johnny's Point Of View. God, I love only having to type Johnny, it's so much easier to type, seeing as I already know how to spell it!