~*~Chapter Fourteen : You Will Stay~*~
Dr. Marshall Saybrooke had no other choice but to call an exterminator. The flies in the parlor had become steadily worse. There was a horrible stench that seemed to rise up from the floor.
He was pinching his nostrils closed when the exterminator arrived at the mansion. "I really hope you can help," said the doctor. "My wife is pregnant and the odor in the parlor is making her sick."
"I will see what I can do," said the exterminator.
He walked into the parlor with Dr. Saybrooke and shook his head. "What do you think is wrong?" asked Dr. Saybrooke.
"It would appear that something in the crawlspace is causing a horrible stench," stated the exterminator.
Meanwhile, Todd and Marty are having a wonderful time. They were playing with the ghostly children in the attic. They were having fun tossing a ball back and forth to a red-haired little girl with pig-tails.
"We won't ever have children of our own together, but we can enjoy the ones who are here; the little ghosts in this house," Marty said to Todd.
Todd didn't say anything as he looked at Marty. His mind was elsewhere. There was an intruder in the house. He was trying to listen as Dr. Saybrooke was speaking to someone in the parlor. "Something's going on," Todd said urgently. "I have to go downstairs."
"But don't follow me, Marty. I need you stay up here," Todd insisted.
Before Marty could protest, Todd had rushed away. She was all alone with the ghost children in the attic. Marty felt weird all of a sudden. Why was Todd acting so strange? Why was he being like... whatever this was? She looked around the attic, longing to go back to her room.
Todd stood on the staircase, listening as Marty's father spoke to the exterminator. "I need to go down into the crawlspace to figure out the source of the problem," said to the exterminator. "Could you show me how to access it?"
"Sure," Dr. Saybrooke agreed.
A look of horror crossed Todd's face. "No!" he lamented. "I can't let this happen!"
A few minutes later, the exterminator was in the crawlspace, looking for the source of the odor. He was shining his flashlight deep under the house when a ghostly face appeared before him. "What the FUCK?!" he cried out.
He didn't take another step. Todd was carrying a heavy, steel pipe, in which he used to bash the exterminator over the head repeatedly. The man crashed down to the ground, lying lifelessly in a pool of his own blood.
A look of fierce protectiveness crossed Todd's face. "You're gonna stay with me, Marty," Todd said as he struggled to hide the exterminator's body. "You're going to be with me forever."