Author's Notes: Sorry it took so bloody long but yeah for some reason I couldn't write this chapter at night since it would remind me of creepy ghost shows and then I would be freaked out and wouldn't be able to go to sleep =0
Yup and that's the time of day I usually write my stories so it was hard to coordinate and find time to write this. Haha this chapter isn't even that scary so you'll probably think I'm a baby waaaaa
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Victor blinked long and hard, hoping he was just imagining things and his father would disappear but that didn't happen when he re-opened his eyes. So he then quickly stood up and backed away as he continued to stare at dead father, thinking he had officially lost his mind.
"Is that the kind of greetin' you give yer, father after all these years?" Thomas asked like he was offended.
Victor blinked again before he managed to blurt out, "W-wat the hell are you?"
"Wat an ironic question cumin' from you," Thomas smirked, crossing his arms over his bleeding chest. "Yer the freak, remember?"
Victor said nothing.
"But ya culd call me a number of things," Thomas answered as he began walking up to Victor, who started backing up away from him since the closer Thomas moved near him, the sicker he felt. "But we both know…I'm yer worst nightmare," Thomas evilly chuckled when Victor backed into the decaying chimney, cornering him in.
Victor felt like he was going to throw up when Thomas said that but swallowed it down as he held his mouth. I'm in a fuckin' dream, Victor told himself though, it certainty didn't feel like a dream since he could smell the oozing rotten black blood that continued to run down his father's chest. He's not real…he's in my head!
"Yer fear is intoxicatin'," Thomas commented, as he smelled the air. "I almost feel drunk off it-
"I'm not scared of you!" Victor suddenly growled, angrily. His claws lengthened and he took a step closer to his father, ignoring his nausea. Dream or not, he wasn't going to let his fucking dead dad push him around.
"Yer nuthin' but a pathetic old ugly drunk who beats on people who are smaller than you and I got news for ya bub, I ain't smaller than you anymore!"
Thomas only grinned at him.
"The only thing I feel for ya is hatred," Victor hissed low, flexing his claws. " And I'm just mad that I wasn't the one who killed you!" He then slashed at his father's face but only felt air as his arm went through his body.
"Aren't ya brave now?" Thomas snickered at him. "Not that blunderin' little brat like I remember-
Victor slashed at him again but only fell through him. He jumped up ready to spring at him again when Thomas suddenly pushed him hard to the ground.
Victor let a surprise yelp out since it felt like his chest had just gotten a third degree burn even though, his clothes were still intact.
"You can't touch me but I can touch you," Thomas remarked, mockingly.
"Wat the fuck is wrong with you?" Victor yelled as stood back up and held his chest since it felt like it wasn't healing. "Wat do you want? Why are you here? Why aren't you burnin' in hell!"
"Ya know, yer really are a mirror image of me," Thomas observed, ignoring Victor's outburst. "We look the same and even act the same."
"I'm nothing like you!" Victor automatically snapped.
Thomas suddenly let out a booming laugh that filled the whole forest. "Are you kidding me?" He then stopped and thought about it. "Actually no you're right…you're worse than me."
A temp on Victor's forehead bulged out as he gritted his teeth.
"I honestly should have beaten you dead to save the world from you," Thomas ejected, fiercely. "Ya have brought some much pain and sufferin-
"You didn't just beat me!" Victor barked, furiously. "You tortured me, you sick son of a bitch!"
"Either way, my sins are nothin' compared what you have done in yer life."
"Oh so pulling my teeth and nails out, branding me with a fireplace poker and beatin' me with broken glass bottles, shovels and hammers are NOTHING?" Victor roared almost animal like before he began slashing at Thomas again.
"You are just one person! How many people how you killed, raped and stole from? I don't think the devil even has a certain number!" Thomas yelled back at him as Victor continued hitting at him. "Yer disgusting you, know that? You enjoy seeing people cry and beg for mercy! You actually enjoy inflictin' pain onto others!"
Victor stopped then panted out, "Well who do ya think I learned it from?"
Thomas glared at him hard then snarled, "I never delighted in torturin' you I only did it because I was angry, drunk and wanted to take it out on someone."
"Ohh okay well then I forgive then, dad!" Victor spat, viciously. "Yer an fuckin' idiot even in death! It's yer fault I'm like this! It's yer FAULT!"
"I admit what have I done to you has affected you in sum ways…" Thomas said in a pained voice. "…but I'm paying for it now."
Victor's lips curled into sneering grin, finally feeling some satisfaction.
"BUT I DIDN'T I DIDN'T FORCE YOU TO BECOME A EVIL SELFISH MURDERING MONSTER!" Thomas abruptly thundered as his face morphed into snarling demon with black eyes. The demon's voice was loud and beyond deep like something out of a horror film. "YOU DID THAT ON YOUR OWN!"
"No, no, NOOOO! It's yer fault, everything is yer fault!"" Victor cried suddenly feeling small and vulnerable against whatever his father had transformed into. He looked up at the thing to show he wasn't afraid of it but found himself falling down onto his knees since his legs gave out.
"YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT SUFFERING IS? YOU WON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF IT UNTIL I GET MY CLAWS ON YOU!"
Victor only yelped in pain since his eardrums had just popped from hearing the demon's booming voice and were now bleeding fiercely. But for some reason he could still hear it's ugly voice and the burn on his chest began to flare up so badly, he fell over onto his back before withering in pain.
"YOU ARE A PATHIEC SCARED LITTLE-
"SHUT UP!" Victor screamed, loudly as he pushed himself, even though he was on the verge of passing out from the pain of his chest and ears. "SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO HELL!" He fell back down but when he opened his eyes and looked up, his father had transformed back to normal…(well as normal you can get for being dead.) His father stared down at him looking oddly content.
"Was that supposed to scare me?" Victor growled, gruffly while he shaky pushed himself up.
"Yes it was but don't think you would last a second down there that wasn't even a taste."
"Wat do you want, you son of bitch?" Victor snapped, angrily. "Did you just come here to torment me?"
Thomas only shrugged as he began to check his fingernails then retorted, " "Want do I want? Well I was sent here to warn you since there is a sick part of me that still cares for you…but I personally think you deserve what's coming to you."
"Fuck you," Victor hissed, trying to control his breath since he was beyond out of breath. "Why don't you go back to hell too and leave me alone!"
"Fine I'll keep a seat warm for ya then if you don't want to hear my warnings," Thomas told him but then shook his head. "You are such a disappointment…."
"Wat an ironic comment cumin' from you," Victor sneered at him as he flicked him off.
Thomas continued shaking his head and acted like he was going to leave but then smiled, spitefully, "Oh and Victor can you tell James something for me?
Victor shot him an angry glare.
"Can you tell him… that I'm proud of him?"
Victor's right eye began to twitch as his hands curled into fists.
"At least I have one son that I'm proud of," Thomas mumbled before he walked off and disappeared.
That statement hit a gigantic nerve with Victor as he let out a loud angry roar and tried to slash madly at where his father had disappeared. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Victor bellowed before he took his anger out on the decaying chimney by pushing it down.
He was so blinded by hatred and fury, he didn't even notice the top part of the brick chimney had a few lose bricks and were heading straight for his head.
"I HATE YOU! I FUCKIN' HATE YOU!" Victor repeatedly hollered before one of the bricks finally hit him right on the top of his head, knocking him out cold.
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Logan could feel his hair on his skin stand up on end when he went back inside since the mansion now felt cold and unwelcoming.
"Hello, is anybody here?" Logan asked while he walked around the main foyer, trying to find a light switch. He was able to see well enough in the dark but he would just feel better if the mansion was illuminated. He found the switch near the front doors but when he flipped it on, no lights came on.
"Oh what the fuck," Logan growled while he flipped it on and off. "Turn on-
"What are you?" A woman's voice suddenly said viciously.
Logan froze in his spot and felt his heart drop since the voice sounded beyond familiar but he just shook his head and dismissed it.
I'm just hearin' things…that girl screaming about a ghost guess got to me…
He began looking around again from another light switch or lamp until that same voice snarled, "What are you!"
Logan looked around frantically as he backed up. He could feel his heart begin to pound harder when he realized that voice sounded exactly like his mother….like how she sounded that night she snarled that remark after he just killed Thomas with his new found claws.
She's dead, she's not here!
Logan then let out a surprise grunt as he backed into the stairs before falling down on them and bruising his tailbone.
"Shit, what-
"What are you?" His mother voice said again.
"No, what are you?" Logan sneered out. "Who are you and how-
"What are you?" His mother voice screeched, louder. "WHAT ARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU!" Her voice got so loud and shrill; Logan had to cover his ears since it felt like his eardrums were about to burst.
"WHAT ARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU! WHAT-
"SHUT UP THE FUCK UP!" Logan finally yelled as he clawed at his ears and shut his eyes tight.
Immediately, his mother's voice stopped and Logan opened his eyes but froze when he saw what lay in the middle of the foyer.
It was his mother that was lying in the middle of the foyer, dressed in the same nightgown that she was wearing that fateful night. Her body looked a little blurry though…like she was a ghost….
Logan shook his head but 'his mother' didn't disappear and Logan began to feel his heart pound harder in his chest even harder than before.
She didn't seem aware of him though as she held onto something that Logan wasn't able to make out.
"Oh Thomas, what has happened?" Elizabeth Howlett whimpered as she coddled the invisible object.
Thomas? Logan thought, making a confused face. Oh…yeah nevermind…
Sometimes, it really ate Logan up that Thomas was actually his father… He just couldn't understand why his mother had an affair with him since John Howlett was nicer, more handsome and richer than Thomas.
She never seemed very smart anyway…
He then saw his mother grab a gun out of thin air as she crazily mumbled, "Not again…I should have had that abortion…" She put the gun barrel to the side of her head as she told herself, "It's not going to hurt…"
Logan closed his eyes when she pulled the triggered and the bullet ripped through her head. He peaked at her and actually felt sick when he saw black blood pour out of her skull onto the floor.
Logan covered his mouth and held the urge to throw up but when he looked back down at the foyer she was gone and the cold feeling of the house had also vanished.
Logan blinked, not sure what he had seen was real or he had just dreamed it. He shook his head then muttered, "God, I need a drink."
He felt his chest, feeling his heart had slowed down but found himself shaking uncontrollable so he then pulled out a cigar his back pocket, thinking maybe it would calm him down. But he dropped the cigar as he reached for his lighter in his other pocket since he suddenly realized something.
Wait…what did she mean by 'not again?'
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"I ain't afraid of no ghost!"
I had such an urge to put that quote in this chapter haha
Anyway the next chapter is the last chapter so wooo I told ya this was going to be a short story but I'm glad I'm finishing another story since I have so many more to update! ahhh
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