The Ghost Of You
A Little Piece Of Heaven
------------------------Frank’s P.O.V--------------------------
I had just finished unpacking everything finally. I dropped myself down on one of the kitchen chairs and began to read the newspaper which was left by the previous owner it was out of date by a few weeks, It showed a skinny averaged height girl with long brown hair she was wearing skinny Jeans and a Guns and Roses top she was stood in front of a middle aged man and he was cuddling her the title read,
'18 year old Andi parker ran away from home 3 weeks ago last Sunday police have given up the search and been told to move on'
I looked closer at the picture and recognised the man as the one I had bought the house from I immediately felt sorry for him I wouldn’t have stayed here either if I had a daughter and she had gone missing, I folded it back up, stood up and threw it in one of the draws I don’t know why I didn’t just throw it out it seemed like keeping it was the right thing to do.
After spending most of the day just lounging about the house moving things around and watching TV I decided I was going to bed early I was really tired from the move so I trudged up the stairs to my room and stripped to my boxers and just crawled into bed It wasn’t long before I drifted to sleep.
Everything is pitch black I cant move or see anything but I can hear everything perfectly there was music playing a sinister yet familiar sound song what I couldn’t place the name to, there was footsteps moving at a slowish pace
“Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times”
the song continued to play The footsteps got closer
“Ripped her heart out right before her eye’s” There was a creaking of a floor board and a hushed sigh
“Now she’s just so perfect I’ve never been quite so fucking deep in” There was a slight scraping of metal and the faint sound of the scratching of a pencil
“Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold” The footsteps stop heavy breathing can be heard as the creaking of a door handle turning can be heard there’s a gasp, a feeling of dread and a strangled scream
“And I know, I know its not your time but bye, bye” I bolted up in my bed breathing heavily and in a cold sweat
“Who are you” I snapped my head around to the voice it was a girls voice but it sounded hollow I slowly searched my room for It but there was nobody there I leaned back down on my bed but shot straight back up as something dropped of my dresser and rolled across the floor and under my double bed
“Shit” there was that voice again I shakily spoke out convinced I was going mad
“Who are you, where are you” No reply just silence, after calming down and deciding that It was all in my head I laid back down and the last thing I remember before going to sleep was my closed bedroom door.
-----------------------------Andi’s P.O.V------------------------------------
Ever get the feeling your being watched, well I didn’t but I was watching somebody I had woke up to find my room completely gone and somebody had replaced everything and there was a guy sleeping soundly in bed I was so confused what had happened to my room?, who is this guy?. I stepped back a bit as the guy shot up in bed panicked and panting better to get it over with now
“Who are you” His head shot towards me but he seemed to not see me as he searched the room I walked forwards and waved my hand in front of his face, he just looked straight through me I walked towards his dresser and tried to look for some sort of ID but ended up knocking a can of deodorant of it
“Shit” I looked up as the guy shot back up in bed and looked towards me again but same as before he just looked straight through me as if I wasn’t there
“Who are you? Where are you?”
“What! Im right in front of you” he didn’t seem to hear me instead he let out a breath and settled himself back onto his bed and falling asleep, ‘great’ I looked around the room again and decided I was going to see what else had changed. I walked towards the door and started freaking out when I went to open the door and instead my hand went straight through the handle, what the fuck?! What is this fuckery?! I must be asleep or something this is just not happening, I went to touch the handle again and same as before my hand just went straight through it.
I decided to experiment and this time I walked straight through the solid wood of the door, ok to some that might have been scary but I found it pretty cool and started running back on forth through the door to say I was getting overly excited was an understatement that was until I went to go back into the room and this time walked straight into the door opening it. I tried to close the door but same as before I kept going through it so I gave up and decided to explore the house, It was defiantly my house but everything in it was different the furniture and the way it was placed, there was also pictures scattered about of people I had never met before although I recognized the guy that was in most of them as the guy from upstairs but I recognised him from somewhere else too.
While I was walking around I felt a pull to the basement, but like hell I was going down there it always freaked me out my dad had told me when I was little that there where monsters in there and to never go in there but obviously as I had gotten older I knew monsters didn’t exist but that still didn’t stop me from avoiding it at all costs, so what’s changed this time?.
I had just finished unpacking everything finally. I dropped myself down on one of the kitchen chairs and began to read the newspaper which was left by the previous owner it was out of date by a few weeks, It showed a skinny averaged height girl with long brown hair she was wearing skinny Jeans and a Guns and Roses top she was stood in front of a middle aged man and he was cuddling her the title read,
'18 year old Andi parker ran away from home 3 weeks ago last Sunday police have given up the search and been told to move on'
I looked closer at the picture and recognised the man as the one I had bought the house from I immediately felt sorry for him I wouldn’t have stayed here either if I had a daughter and she had gone missing, I folded it back up, stood up and threw it in one of the draws I don’t know why I didn’t just throw it out it seemed like keeping it was the right thing to do.
After spending most of the day just lounging about the house moving things around and watching TV I decided I was going to bed early I was really tired from the move so I trudged up the stairs to my room and stripped to my boxers and just crawled into bed It wasn’t long before I drifted to sleep.
Everything is pitch black I cant move or see anything but I can hear everything perfectly there was music playing a sinister yet familiar sound song what I couldn’t place the name to, there was footsteps moving at a slowish pace
“Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times”
the song continued to play The footsteps got closer
“Ripped her heart out right before her eye’s” There was a creaking of a floor board and a hushed sigh
“Now she’s just so perfect I’ve never been quite so fucking deep in” There was a slight scraping of metal and the faint sound of the scratching of a pencil
“Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold” The footsteps stop heavy breathing can be heard as the creaking of a door handle turning can be heard there’s a gasp, a feeling of dread and a strangled scream
“And I know, I know its not your time but bye, bye” I bolted up in my bed breathing heavily and in a cold sweat
“Who are you” I snapped my head around to the voice it was a girls voice but it sounded hollow I slowly searched my room for It but there was nobody there I leaned back down on my bed but shot straight back up as something dropped of my dresser and rolled across the floor and under my double bed
“Shit” there was that voice again I shakily spoke out convinced I was going mad
“Who are you, where are you” No reply just silence, after calming down and deciding that It was all in my head I laid back down and the last thing I remember before going to sleep was my closed bedroom door.
-----------------------------Andi’s P.O.V------------------------------------
Ever get the feeling your being watched, well I didn’t but I was watching somebody I had woke up to find my room completely gone and somebody had replaced everything and there was a guy sleeping soundly in bed I was so confused what had happened to my room?, who is this guy?. I stepped back a bit as the guy shot up in bed panicked and panting better to get it over with now
“Who are you” His head shot towards me but he seemed to not see me as he searched the room I walked forwards and waved my hand in front of his face, he just looked straight through me I walked towards his dresser and tried to look for some sort of ID but ended up knocking a can of deodorant of it
“Shit” I looked up as the guy shot back up in bed and looked towards me again but same as before he just looked straight through me as if I wasn’t there
“Who are you? Where are you?”
“What! Im right in front of you” he didn’t seem to hear me instead he let out a breath and settled himself back onto his bed and falling asleep, ‘great’ I looked around the room again and decided I was going to see what else had changed. I walked towards the door and started freaking out when I went to open the door and instead my hand went straight through the handle, what the fuck?! What is this fuckery?! I must be asleep or something this is just not happening, I went to touch the handle again and same as before my hand just went straight through it.
I decided to experiment and this time I walked straight through the solid wood of the door, ok to some that might have been scary but I found it pretty cool and started running back on forth through the door to say I was getting overly excited was an understatement that was until I went to go back into the room and this time walked straight into the door opening it. I tried to close the door but same as before I kept going through it so I gave up and decided to explore the house, It was defiantly my house but everything in it was different the furniture and the way it was placed, there was also pictures scattered about of people I had never met before although I recognized the guy that was in most of them as the guy from upstairs but I recognised him from somewhere else too.
While I was walking around I felt a pull to the basement, but like hell I was going down there it always freaked me out my dad had told me when I was little that there where monsters in there and to never go in there but obviously as I had gotten older I knew monsters didn’t exist but that still didn’t stop me from avoiding it at all costs, so what’s changed this time?.
Update?
10/12/14