Hullo peeps! I'm so sorry about the immensely long wait for my return, but I've been having my own life issues for the time being. But you guys don't wanna hear about that, so let's move on to more important things.

For one, that was almost the last chapter. In all technicality, it was, but the story is far from over. Being all writers yourselves, you must know of the plot bunny, the creature what lives in your mind and gives you nice ideas but wont leave you alone until you write them. I have a rainbow assortment bouncing around my head, so a sequel is definitely my next move. As for now, I have a little bonus ending snippet to tide you over as I arrange my thoughts into words. If you guys have questions, feel free to PM me. : ) (Also, I realized I forgot to answer someone's question, I'm not sure who, but to answer it, it was Deviant Art.)

Ending Snippet (or chapter 14)

Crazy? Never. It wasn't impossible, but he knew he wasn't. She was wrong, she had to be. Yet.... He sighed relentingly, falling backwards onto his bed. He knew it was Ghostfreak, but how could he prove that without them saying it was all in his head? People needed physical proof which in this case was irritatingly pointless as he couldn't just pull the phantom out of his brain. He stared angrily at the ceiling wondering why the gods above didn't just let it fall on him.

A sudden buzzing on his left startled him. He flipped to the other side of the bed, battle ready only to discover his cellphone on the nightstand vibrating. He grit his teeth angrily, frustrated at how paranoid he'd gotten over the course of three days.

He walked calmly to the other side of the bed and picked up the phone. Gwen. Of course it was. She'd only tried to get him every other hour. He set it back down and watched it from the edge of the bed until it stilled. He was tired of reassuring her he was fine. All lies but all just to keep her from calling. So far, it was failing. After the third call, he just let it go, tired of fake reassurance, tired of people.

Just reading her name reminded him of the night he had returned from the hospital, and all the drama that followed it. Kevin dropped him off without a word, knowing he'd want to be alone. Gwen didn't seem to understand that as she offered to walk him in and hang around if he wanted the company. He quietly declined the offer and made the mistake of telling her she could call if she was worried.

His parents had actually run out the door. Well, his mom did and tackle-hugged him in what Julie called a glomp. That wasn't so smart as his ribs had been killing him at the time as had his head, but what could he do? She had been worried and no amount of words could fix that as well as sight could. Not that it helped much that he still had a bandage wrapped around his head.

They led him inside, their words meshing into sentences of worry as they tried to talk over each other. He would've found it funny had the situation not been so serious and the conditions rather depressing. Not that that had improved much either. Still, he knew that as soon as they sat him on the couch, an unhappy place in his mind told him that a taboo subject was about to be touched.

His father asked it, whispering it as though the next door neighbors would hear them. Was It gone? Almost worded exactly like that minus the past tense. He had felt his throat tighten so unbearably that he was amazed his parents didn't notice his silent choke. He looked them both in the eyes but quickly they found the floor. It was a full minute until he gave an almost inaudible 'yes'. His mother hugged him again, but he had found it less painful than the first time. The damned phantom's powers still working on healing him even though he didn't want it to.

His father stood, grinning, wondering rhetorically why he had left them in suspense. Through his numbeness he managed a smile, passing it off as a moment to behold. His father ruffled his hair at that comment and offered him dinner that Sandra had prepared upon his return. The tightness of throat left only to be replaced by a nausiating knot in his stomach.

He stuttered an excuse pertaining to a prefered need to sleep. Carl nodded, sending him upstairs as his mother bid him goodnight. He stole silently up the stairs, grateful for escape, but the knot didn't vanish. He fell face first onto his bed and that's how he had found himself now. He had moved of course as no one could sit still for seventy-two hours, but the light stepped pace was already beginning to wear down the carpet in front of his bed.

His parents had worried. He never ate in front of them. Truthfully, he never ate at all, finding nothing but a sickening thickness that seemed to block off any thoughts of food. He did, however, wash clean dishes so that when they walked in, they didn't think he was starving himself on purpose. They also seemed to always comment on his sleepless appearance. Another thing he didn't do, but this was voluntary. His dreams were never pleasant, even in the sedated sleep of the hospital. The things he saw…

He shivered on the bed and rolled onto his stomach, looking for a distraction. He found his closet open and cocked his head slightly, wondering when it had been opened. His mom maybe? She did do maid service while he was in the shower, trying to help his recovery anyway she could.

The closet wasn't very organized, jackets and old toys thrown lazily into the small space. He noticed something behind the door black and white spotted; his soccer ball. He looked at it consideringly for a moment before kicking it, a little harder than he meant, into the closet where it bounced over the toys and clothes before settling into the back of the pile.

He gave it one last look over before turning around to deepen the wear on the floor. As soon as he turned, a light thump sounded behind him. He whipped around, grabbing his chest and swearing. A small doll lay on the floor, one that Julie gave him two months ago. He smiled a little as he thought about her, happy that she had gone to Japan to celebrate the up coming holidays with her family. She didn't need to see how much he had regressed.

Upon being lifted, the dolls features became clearer. It had large innocent black eyes and a small smile on it's rather large head. It's raven hair was cut short at the shoulders, a couple locks pulled back into a small pink bow. It wore a small dress to match the bow that cut off to reveal featureless limbs. She had made it herself and given it to him, a blush showing how self conscious she was of it. That was their first kiss.

He felt slightly contented at the memory when he remembered where he currently was in life. The feeling vanished upon release and he found he could not call it again. He frowned, wondering if this was a new form of psycosis he just developed or if it was Ghostfreak. This brought him back to pacing in thought about possession or mental stability, the doll left on his desk.

"He's still with you, you know…" He froze, looking at the wall before him. More voices? He put a hand on his forehead, feeling his preusual headache returning. It was almost as if a child had spoken to him, a little girl maybe no more than eight. It was almost as if she had been standing right behind him His gaze traveled back to the desk..

He walked over and picked up the doll. It's head lolled in his hand, the perpetual smile facing the ceiling. It couldn't have been. He must be delusional from lack of sleep. He shook his head, trying to rid it of the ridiculous thoughts.

"He's always been with you." He dropped the doll in surprise, backing a few steps from it. Was it really talking to him? No, it couldn't be. Had Julie forgotten to tell him it talked?

"Mommy doesn't know I talk. You're special." It was reading his thoughts. It was self aware. His stomach began to twist into knots as his nausia returned full force.

"Let's play a game!" It shouted happily, a girlish giggle invading his mind, cancelling all other thought. He couldn't stand it any longer. He dashed to the bathroom and held himself over the sink, gripping the sides harder until his knuckles turned white. Nothing came when he gagged as nothing had been in his stomach previously, but his body didn't let up despite the nothingness and his head ducked. As his image disappeared from the mirror infront of him, another appeared behind it. That of a menacing entity that stood and watched him purposefully.

He leaned up to recover and breathe, unsurprised when it seemed as though his very corpse watched him from the reflective surface infront of him. His mind hazed over and the room seemed to spin at an increasingly faster pace until he could take it no longer and ducked back into the sink. The entity appeared closer and began to reach for him, bloodlust in it's eyes.

"Let's play!" It shrieked again, a more sinister tone becoming clearer in it's voice. Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, everything became clearer once more and the entity behind him faded away, seemingly satisfied. But when he looked up, it was not his face that smirked in malevolence back at him, but that of a monster with piercing purple eyes and sharp teeth that could rip one's throat out.

"… Yes," The creature said in rapturously dark tones. "Let's play."

Hn… Not so happy with this, but I do hope this can satisfy you while I get my thoughts in order. This is a little "what-the-hell" piece that will connect much later on. An epilogue if you will. And yes, I took a small chunk of an ending piece from a video game and mangled it to fit into this, so if you can guess what it is, you get a cookie. I promise I'll try to update more often. Try looking for the sequel next week under my name (my subscribers are already set =) and I promise it will be there either before or on Friday. I don't have much longer before I get booted off here, so, until next time! Thanks so much and much love to you all!

-Xangabell