This choice: Find Partner (CROSSOVER W/ FEMALE PROTAGONIST. cuz' why not?) • Go Back...Chapter #4At the Gates of Hell by: Neon   Your knuckles tapped on the door of a girl you only somewhat knew, but knew enough about to know that if one person in this town were crazy, or rather, angry enough at the monsters collectively, to join you, it would be her. With your backpack you stood in the dark and cold rain, waiting for an answer as the neon sign above you flickered enough to illuminate your face for the peek-hole in the door.
Finally you heard footsteps approaching the doorstep before the door opened a few moments later, "Okay, you don't look like the pizza guy," Mary said, tilting her head.
"I'm heading up to the mansion, I think I know what's up there," You telepathically replied, just to show her you could do it.
Mary looked into your eyes, a wide smile forming across her face as she said, also telepathically, "I used to be a priestess in training, y'know? I think we may have a chance at this."
Behind you, you could faintly hear the music blasting from Mary's headphones as you walked up the overgrown path along the cliffside to the mansion. Even more audible was the sound of Mary singing along to the music, and while you made sure not to mention it, you sincerely hoped she was a better mage than she was a singer. But in spite of her untuned voice, her spritely mood put you at ease.
You looked up the path to see the mansion as it loomed against the dim light of dusk over the ocean, the mansion itself looked evil, like how you'd imagine the doorstep of hell itself. It was even more imposing considering it's history.
You looked down the other side of the hill it was on, the side that faced away from the village, where you noticed a small cemetery.
The ancient graves were partially hidden by the dead grass of autumn, visible only by silhouette through the swaying grass as the wind blew through over the hills.
You decide to go check out the cemetery before heading right to the mansion, you had a better chance of finding ghosts at full night anyway, granted, ghost were also slightly stronger at night.
You walked over to the graves, stepping over the collapsed iron fence as you held out the flashlight in front of you, glancing at each of the stones. As you read the names you wondered which person had performed whatever ritual to become a ghost after death. Then you wondered if none of them were, maybe the ghost was an outside influence? Maybe the ghost had traveled here through an object? Maybe the ghost had already been here and had just been waiting to gain enough power to interact with others? Maybe, the ghost had trapped the previous inhabitants in the house and had tortured them to death with her feet?
"Thanks, I needed that thought," Mary said next to you, her voice completely deadpan.
"Maybe you wouldn't have it if you stayed out of my head," You retort, not too comforted by your sudden horrific thought.
"You try being able to read minds and not use it all the time," Mary said, now staring up at the mansion, "Great, now I'm scared."
You walk toward the mansion, quickly but hesitantly. You didn't want to deal with anymore thought like that to make you scared, some ghosts could feed off of fear, so you knew that the more confident you were the better.
You approach the closed door, not but several feet from it now. You looked up at the windows, expecting the curtain to move unnaturally, or a figure to be watching you. But there was nothing but darkness in those windows, then you looked down to the door again as you reached out your hand to grab the handle.
In the crack of the door, now ajar, was a face peering out at you. You jumped back with a small grunt of fright as you got a good look at the inhuman face, female and looking directly at you through the strands of black hair that hung over her face with her crazed, red eye, grinning impossibly wide, showing her sharp, shark-like teeth. The skin was chalk white and it's the sclera around her crimson iris was an oily black just like the liquid that streamed down her cheek.
You stood staring back at her as Mary screams behind you. The Ghost then moved back behind the door, never speaking and never breaking eye contact, and never breaking that freaky-ass grin.
You quickly recover from the shock as you grab your camera and rush behind the door and attempt to take the Ghost's picture to trap it in the physical realm. But the Ghost was gone.
"I hate fucking ghost girls!" Mary screams in frustration behind you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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