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I OWN NOTHING!
CPOV
I am so pathetic! I'm crying because Simon wont tell me something? I am such a girl! It really isn't that big a deal. I hated that I was acting like this. It made me feel like the helpless little blonde most people saw me as. I got up and left my room, slamming my door behind me. For some odd reason. I was now extremely pissed. I didn't want to see Simon right now, but I also didn't want to wallow in self pity in my room anymore. So I ran down the hall, opened a random door, and slammed it behind me. I didn't know which room I was in, I didn't care. I just locked the door and stomped down the stairs. But as soon as I made it to the bottom, I instantly regretted my decision. I was in the basement.
I'd always hated basements. They were dark, damp, and cold. You know how when you're a kid, you have imaginary friends? Well I had imaginary monsters that resided in basements much like the one I am in now. I felt a chill run up my spine. I rubbed goose bumps off my arms as I mentally chanted, it's just a basement, nothing is down here but bugs and dust. Nothing is going to hurt you! But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't convince myself.
"Chloe..." I jumped and spun around, but it was too dark for me to see anything.
"Wh-who's there?" No one answered. I started to panic. I was alone, in a basement, hearing voices, and I couldn't see anything. Not good. I blindly searched around for a light switch. If I were anywhere else right now, I would've been able to find it without even thinking. But I don't come down here, so I have no idea where I'm going. Fanfuckintastic.
"Come here... to your left..." I took a deep shuddering breath. If I wanted to know what was down here, I was going to have to face it. No matter how much I wished I didn't have to. I turned to my left and let out a scream worthy of a banshee. Right in front of me was a the burnt face of a middle aged woman. Her teeth showed involuntarily as she smiled at my reaction. He lips, right cheek, and part of her forehead had been burned off. I could see her bones, covered in ash.
One eye was falling out of its socket, and her body resembled her face, burnt and missing flesh.
"I've been waiting for you little necromancer,"she snickered.
Okay, it's official. I have gone crazy! There's no way that this lady was real. She couldn't be. No one could survive such horrible burns.
Well Chloe, let's think. You're in a dark basement, with a insanely burnt up lady who has missing flesh, and you think that you are just imagining it?
Well when you say it like that...
It may sound crazy, but at that moment, I knew I wasn't just imagining this. Even my mind couldn't come up with such a horribly vivid image. There was only one semi-possible explanation for this. I was seeing a ghost.
A/N hey guys, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry for the short chapter! My parents are out of town and my older sister is sick so I've had to do all the work around the house meaning I didn't have a lot of time to work on this. But I wanted to give you guys something so that you didn't get bored of my story and forget about it. Again, sorry!