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The Ghost of Yami Atem
Chapter 2
Night finally consumed the sky, and it wasn't long after nightfall when everyone went to bed, sleeping soundly. The mansion was eerily quiet, not a thing being heard throughout the home. Furniture's were still covered with the white cloth that kept them dust free, and everything else was filled with the same dust, leaves, and webs. And while the night owl gave a long hoot, upstairs in a medium sized room a little boy laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling just blinking, and waiting.
After a while of not hearing anything, Yugi quietly got up only to flinch and freeze momentarily when the bed creaked. Crawling out of bed he shoved the covers away and gently placed his bare feet on the ground and on to the cold floor. Tiptoeing to his bedroom door, he quietly slipped out, first making sure that his grandpa was asleep.
In his PJ's, Yugi made his way carefully down the staircase. His eyes looked around cautiously as he walked towards the kitchen. Entering and flipping the light switch on, he sighed deeply as he stared up at the top door of the fridge.
"Curse my shortness," Yugi said to himself, groaning as he dragged the chair towards the fridge and placed it directly in front of the fridge. Climbing up, he opened the freezer, pulling out the double chocolate ice-cream that was in there.
He smiled happily as hopped off the chair and grabbed a spoon and a little, glass bowl before sitting down on the kitchen table. Carefully he peeled the cover of the ice-cream back and began to put the ice-cream into the bowl.
"Oh, so good," Yugi moaned, sitting on another chair at the table as he enjoyed the cold taste, putting spoon after spoon in his mouth.
A few minutes later he finally finished. Licking the bowl clean he turned around to put the empty bowl back in the sink, only to suddenly stop in his tracks when he heard a slow creak of the floor, the sound coming from the living room. Ignoring the little warning voice at the back of his head, he allowed his curiosity to take over. He walked into the living room and looked around the dimly lit area. As soon as he stepped in though, he felt a cold breeze surrounding the room. Looking around frantically with his eyes wide open and the bowl still clutched tightly in his hand, he shrugged when he saw nothing. Turning around, he made his way back into the kitchen only to stop once more.
The creak was heard again, along with the 'clinking' sound of the chandelier that hung above the living room.
"W-who's there?" Yugi called out, his eyes wide as he spun around to look, taking small steps until he reached the covered couches. Seeing nothing once again, he gulped nervously. Things were starting to get freaky and he certainly didn't want to stay downstairs alone any longer. Making up his mind, he decided to quickly get back to his room after he put the bowl away.
Turning around to head back into the kitchen, he froze and dropped the bowl in shock which resulted in a loud clank on the floor. He gave a sigh of relief as it was only his own shadow that made his imagination run wild.
Grinning to himself for thinking so foolishly, he bent down to pick up the bowl only to have the bowl roll away from him. Thinking it was just the wind, Yugi stared at the bowl and just shrugged the odd occurrence off. Bending down once again, the bowl rolled away, again.
Yugi stopped and just stood, staring at the bowl that laid next to the staircase. He glared at it before he sighed and went for it again, first making sure no one was pulling a prank on him. He walked up to it and reached for it, and just when he was just about to collect it he noticed a pair of worn out shoes right in front of him. Freezing, he cautiously looked up and yelped in surprise, staring at the figure that stood in front of him.
Staring down at him he saw ghostly arms crossed, and red eyes that pierced his own. The person's skin was extremely pale, and familiar tri-coloured hair was wild and messy with golden blond spikes of hair shooting upwards. A bleeding scar was on the person's forehead that seemed to have not been cleaned and was left dirty with dry blood staining it. Fingernails were long and disheveled, and the black, sleeveless top he wore was tattered, a rip at the side as the two arm bands on his arm and wrist looked old and worn. He wore jeans that at one point used to be black, but now it just looked old with rips and holes on it.
Yugi was at lost for words. He then snapped out of it when he heard footsteps padding down the stairs.
"Yugi? Yugi what are you doing down here?!" Grandpa yelled, running down the stairs. Not looking back Yugi ran up to him.
"Grandpa, I saw him! He was here!" Yugi exclaimed.
Grandpa sighed, tightening the robe that was wrapped around him. "Saw who?" he asked, looking around.
"The ghost! He's here!" Yugi exclaimed frenziedly, pointing towards the fallen bowl on the ground.
Grandpa sighed and rubbed his temples with both hands. "Yugi, what are you pointing at?" he asked, looking back up to give Yugi a curious look.
"The ice-cream bowl! I was going to get-"
"Ice-cream?!" Grandpa exclaimed, the shock turning into a serious look as he stared at Yugi. "What did I tell you about ice-cream? You had enough of it today," he scolded, stepping down the last bit of stairs to grab Yugi's arm.
"Grandpa, I'm serious! I did see him!" Yugi pleaded. "Look!" he pointed again, pulling his grandpa towards where he saw the ghost.
Grandpa looked at where Yugi was pointing, then turned back to give his grandson an annoyed look.
"There's nothing there," he stated bluntly.
Yugi's eyes widened. "Yes, there is!" he cried, then turned around to see for himself only to have his mouth drop open form shock and utter confusion.
There was nothing. No bowl. No ghost.
"B-but, but there was..." he stammered and then trailed off, looking stunned at the place where the bowl was supposed to be.
Grandpa sighed out of fatigue. "C'mon Yugi. Time for you to go back to bed," he said slowly, taking Yugi's hand again and leading him back to his room.
"But Grandpaaaa!" Yugi whined, stepping up the stairs but still keeping an eye on the spot where the bowl, and the ghost was supposed to be.
"No buts," Grandpa warned, and continued to drag the resisting boy back to bed.
Yugi groaned and allowed his grandpa to pull him back to his room, all the while shooting an accusing gaze towards the place where he say the ghost.
The door creaked open as the tri-coloured head peeked out of his bedroom door.
"I'll show him," he promised himself determined, before creeping out and down the stairs as quietly as he could.
He made his way back down the stairs as he got to the bottom, looking at the place where he last saw the bowl. And to his surprise, he sees the bowl just where he left it and said it was. Only thing, the ghost was nowhere to be found.
"I knew I wasn't crazy!" he yelled, whispering at the same time, and quickly he ran and picked up the bowl.
"I know what I saw, and I'm going to prove it," he says firmly. "But first, I'm hungry..." Blinking he looked up at the closed door of his grandpa's room, then to the refrigerator that was seen in the kitchen. A smile broke out on his face and he happily skipped into the kitchen with one goal on his mind.
And that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed! Yugi hugs for you all because you're awesome! And please review! As soon as I hit at least eight reviews for this chapter, I'll update no matter what.
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