Chapter 1

Patrick's perspective

As I'm climbing through the window of my house the distance arguing fades as I get further away from the house, "I don't have the time for this"I mumbled. "They gave me a headache anyway. "As I put my headphones in I remembered my best friend Marie who died when we were five. She was like a sister to me and I never got to say goodbye. They locked up someone but he didn't look like anything like the guy that tried to kill me last year. "I thought music could make me feel better but it just made me feel sadder than before". tears start to form in my eyes as I hear her saying behind me "patrick don't go" I look behind me and there's nothing there but I look down and there's a five year old Marie. "I must be seeing things" I said and turned to keep walking. But a few minutes later, I had tripped and face planted. I got up and looked around for the culprit but nothing in sight. Then, I hear the distant child laugh. Guess that's what I get for ignoring the dead. I thought " Alright Marie come out I'm sorry" Nothing.

"Stop playing games we need to talk" then I feel a rush of cold air and there she is but older."wasn't you just five a couple minutes ago" I said. she nodded "Can you talk" she nodded again but didn't say anything "can you say something" she opened her mouth and said, "What are you doing?" come to think of it I have been walking for a while."I don't know, I was just walking to my hideout and YOU sidetracked me." "What hideout?" She asked. I knew she was curious about it. "It's the old abandoned house out here in the woods." I said. Her eyes went wide; "You can't go in there! It's haunted." I scoffed at the word haunted. "Like, sure it is." I said as I swept past her and continued on my way.