Ghost – Part Two
It was the calmness of the whole situation that spooked my skin, causing goose-flesh to emerge and cry out as I made my way down the quite hall. I stopped at a door, a special door that was the entrance to a different world.
At least that was what it was like to me. A different dimension filled with fear and guilt. A place filled with monstrous beings who love to taunt me and scream in my ears; scream painful memories and fill me with angst. This dimension also held so much forgotten facts, so many things that seemed so everyday thirteen years back. It was this world I needed to enter, and this world I needed to stomp through with a confident spring to my step and a sane mood.
I stared at the wooden door, recognizing several stickers and pictures that clung to its smooth exterior and stopped. I turned from the door to the abandoned hallway and took one last look at it. I gazed at the pictures that lined the walls, broadcasting the Fenton family and all their glory. An eerie chill then rang up and down my spine, making the small hairs on my neck stand up as if they were trying to avoid the twisted feeling.
I switched my gaze from the hall to the door again and placed a warm hand on the knob. It was cold and numb, like ice frozen ice on tree bark. Thirteen years back, it seemed so normal and warm – warm from the frequent touch of a person using it to get inside the room that laid on the other side of this very wall. With a sharp, quick breath, I turned the handle in a fast motion. I could tell no one had trespassed the space I was about to enter for a while, for when I turned the old knob it made a deep clang before inching open slowly.
Dust sprung out at me like hungry locusts as the air held captive in the room poured out into the halls. Some dust particles found their way to my damp throat and clung to the moist surface of my insides. This led me to cough, trying to get them out as well as my body could. I finally stopped and stood in doorway, gazing at what used to be Danny's room.
A thick blanket of fallen dust covered everything like a fresh blanket of snow, hiding what was beneath them the best they could. The blinds on the window blocked out the only source of light, which resulted in a mess of darkness.
I went to turn on the light switch but noticed a large, hairy spider resting upon it, studying me with its many eyes and cleaning its legs like a relaxed ally cat. I shrieked and stepped back quickly, frightened by the arachnids presence.
As soon as my nerves calmed I turned back to look at what was around me, trying to make out what was in front of my shaky torso. The bed was stripped down to the old mattress and a naked pillow rested at the far end of the bed; both of them quietly awaiting a new user to come and put them to duty. The ancient bed frame had lost its lust and now seemed a faded brown color. The dresser to my far left was covered with numerous amounts of photos, each one showing a different scene from Danny's past.
With a brave step, I proceeded forward over to where the dresser sat, disturbing the flying dust particles and dandruff as I walked by their location in the air. Among the photos were decorative knickknacks, slowly catching more dust along with the rest of the room as the seconds ticked on.
I noticed a lamp and checked for any sort of insects or bugs before turning on the light.
The small beams provided by the bulb swiftly cut threw the layers of dust, making room for light to shine. Instead of bright and cheery rays of bright yellow, the lamp seemed to glow in a spooky fashion in the darkness, the sea of dark and unknown around it. I looked at the photos scattered about the surface and felt my heart start to beat oddly slow.
Pictures of our small gang of three took up a majority of the pictures, along with family members and old photos that are always kept for memories. I felt my eyes start to burn from the annoying particles in the air and felt a hand come to my mouth when I found a picture with fresh finger prints on it.
Thats a strange thing, being this room looks like it hasn't been touched for ages. I picked up the photo with a nervous hand and examined the finger prints better. They are definitely fresh and certainty finger prints. I then heard something that sounded like light footsteps and goosebumps once again sprang out from the surface of my skin. I placed the photo down and placed a comforting hand on my chest. I was over reacting... Its my mind trying to scare me. There is a simple explanation for everything, I just hadn't found the answer to this yet.
I looked at other pictures upon the desk and pointed out the most famous of them all to my brain. It was a simple picture, showing Danny, Tucker and I. My heart took a violent drop as I looked at Danny's features.
He looked so happy in this photo, his lips over powered by a happy smile and his baby blue eyes sparkling with life and glee. Tucker was next to him with a similar expression, but seemed to be laughing. The same red beanie cap rested on his head, covering his short black hair and a small portion of his large forehead. Thick glasses sat in front of his eyes and his old PDA was in his hands. I was the last of the three, a smirk on my purple lips and my jet black hair reflecting some of the light. It was in the old style I wore it back in high school, a small chunk of the raven black strands laced together and resting on the top of my head. Now, I wear it straight down so it looks more business-like and appealing but let me tell you... I do miss that pony tail.
These pictures bit at my heart like rats after fallen food as I gazed at them. Everything was so simple back then. Well, as simple as it gets for a ghost boy and his companions but you get the point. He was there, and we were all close as friends get. Not any force on earth could break us apart.
At least, thats what I thought...
I sighed and ended up inhaling more dust, causing me to enter a short coughing fit. I then heard a small thump and turned around in a flash, looking around me in a worried manner. Nothing seemed to be there but I couldn't really tell.
I started to breathe heavily and my heart went from its slow pace to a scared, anxious beat, thumping in my chest like a large bass drum. I stepped back which caused my body to hit the dresser, making a few unsteady items fall and stir up a lot of dust.
I scolded myself for being so jumpy and turned back around, every now and then looking behind me to be safe. 'But you are safe... What would be here that could hurt you?'
I looked at a few other pictures and noticed the same fresh finger prints on them. I gulped and looked behind me again, trying not to loose my grip of reality. I was going to remain sane – I am going to remain sane – I will –
And then I felt it. It was like a small winter breeze, the kind that slip through the hidden holes in your jacket and make the hairs on your skin stand up straight. The kind that really aren't that cold, but still shocking because you were so warm and then the cold just smacked against your cozy skin. I shivered and then noticed the lamp dim a little. By now, my mind and heart were competing in a fierce race, each seeing which could run faster. My mind was winning, telling me so many things that I didn't even want to ponder.
"Sam?" that voice... I felt my eyes widen and my hands shake with a new found fear. No, it can't be! I swung around and saw something that I will never forget.
He was standing right there, a mixed expression on his ghostly face. His hair was snow white, his eyes that radioactive green and the same jumpsuit was covering his skin. I was too appalled to react, too stunned to scream or run.
He cocked his head to the left like a confused kitten and closed his eyes. He opened them back up and looked at me again. "Sam, is that you?"
W/C: that has been one of the shortest chapters I have wrote in a while. I'm evil so I left it right there. Thank you to my two wonderful reviewers. You guys are the best and TOTALLY deserve your own personal cookie jar. Well, I need to finish my HW. Bye