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The ghost and I are in a standoff. Her face is still stretched out and the sound continues. Then suddenly it all stops. Her mouth closes and the sound stops. I take an uneasy breath.
“Dana, something doesn’t feel right. We need to leave.” I barely hear Noah as I watch the ghost's mouth turn into a smile. It’s all wrong, too big and too many teeth. I back up a step taking Noah with me and the ghost follows one step forward. I stop and she stops.
“We’re going to get you.” She sing-songs.. Her eyes turn completely black and then she starts running for me.
“Oh fuck.” I turn and sprint with Noah in hand into the street. Nearly getting hit by a car. The ghost is not so fortunate. I watch the car run right through her. Dispersing her into mist.
“What the fuck?” I whisper.
“Dana, tell me what the hell is going on.”
“She started chasing us. Then she just got hit by that car and POOF she just disappeared. This is ridiculous. What the hell did I do in a past life to deserve this?”
“Okay, well, I don’t think your house has much to do with whatever is going on if shit like this,” he swings his arms out, encapsulating the whole area, “is happening.”
“Let’s go back to the library, write down the names and then we can leave. I want food and I need a nap. I’m going to need a stiff drink too.” I say walking back across the street towards the library, “Why can’t I just have a normal boring life?”
“You were just meant for more exciting things.” I scoff as we reach the library doors.
“Clearly.”
Chapter 7
Dana
Noah’s family farm is a few miles outside of town. It only takes minutes to get there but with the smell of the burgers, these minutes stretch on. My mouth is watering profusely. When we finally hit gravel, the last stretch to his home, we passed his house. Then, the cow fields and the chicken barn.
“Where are we going? I’m gonna start eating in your truck. I’m starved.”
“Does this truck look like it has never been eaten in before?” He asks while looking over at me with a quirked brow. I shrug and grab my burger but as I open the wrapper Noah stops in front of one of the old ranch hand houses. “Alright, out you go.” He grabs the sodas and notebooks. I grab the bag of food, placing my burger back in it.
“Is this yours now?” I ask shutting the truck door behind me. “Or are we just hiding out? Cause imma tell you right now, I'm not down with eating next to widows and mice. I would rather eat at the house or in the truck.” I say stepping up to the door. He opens it up and steps back.
Guess I won't be eating with the widows. The little house has been cleaned up and looking rather nice. The small kitchen to the left is cleaned up and painted. New flooring throughout. To the right is the living room with a small leather couch and a couple arm chairs. I watch as Noah walks through the living room to squat down by the fireplace. He starts throwing in some kindling and then places some larger logs on top. I move to stand behind the couch.
“My parents and a few of the ranch hands spruced up the place for me. It was a ‘he's too old to be living at home’ present but we still need him to muck the stalls.” He stands up, smiles and laughs as he continues, “I didn't know they were doing it for me. I even helped move out some of the old furniture. Helped lay this flooring too.” He chuckles and I have a good laugh over that. That is exactly something his parents would do just to mess with him. “My dad is probably writing up plans to turn my old room into a gym. Maybe an office.” He walks over to the small kitchen table and sits down. He puts my burger and fries on the table and then sifts through the bag for his.
“Hey! I wanted to eat in bed.” I say with all the drama I can muster.
“Well, then, let’s go do that.” He walks over to the ottoman in the living room and grabs the tray off it. He then loads it up with all our food and I follow him to the bedroom. The room is pretty large considering this is a pretty small house. He has a king size bed, a couple night stands and a TV hanging on the wall. There's a small pellet stove off to the corner. He hands me the tray while he throws his sheets up on the bed. I place the tray on the end of the bed and sit down. I dig into my burger while he turns the pellet stove on. “Do you want me to turn something on?”
I shrug while I work on devouring my food. “So you don’t think it’s the house? Just me?”
“I don’t know. I just feel like if it’s happening outside of the house and things are getting progressively worse, it’s probably not directly related to the house or it would have started a while ago. I would think anyway.”
“I just don't get it. Seeing the ghosts was one thing but these new flickering ghosts and their moans. Then, the shadows from earlier. Seems random, why would things be changing and why this much?”
“Can you understand what they are saying? The whispers?”
“No. It just sounds like a bunch of garbled nonsense.” I shake my head finishing off my burger. “The ghosts always use me, steal my energy and then can only get one garbled word out. Leaving me in bed drained and feeling like shit. But the ghost earlier told me ‘We’re going to get you’ and then chased after me. I don't feel drained though. She didn’t even touch me to say that either. So what the fuck are they?” I groan and fall back on the bed.
“She said she was going to get you?” Noah looks panicked.
“Yeah. It was weird, to say the least. I don’t know how to go about this. I think I’ll have to go to the city and find someone that can help. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. I have zero answers. I’m practically just an emotional support animal at this point. Maybe also a research assistant.” He slurps down some of his soda and hops off his bed while I laugh quietly at his self ridicule. “I’m gonna grab your bag.” He starts heading toward the door and I freeze. Looking around the room. “Do you want to come with me?” I nod, flinging myself towards the door. We step outside and I stand on one of the chairs by the door while Noah grabs my bag. I stare off into the fields. When Noah slams his truck door closed I nearly jump out of my skin. “Sorry,” he says quietly as he passes me. He opens the door and we head back in. “Here's the bathroom if you need it.” He says as we head toward his room.
“Okay, I’m going to change into jammies.” He nods and continues walking to his room. I step into the bathroom and turn the light on. Wow, it’s rather clean in here for this being a bachelor pad. I dig through my bag and notice I did not bring any pajamas. But I did bring lots of underwear and leggings and shirts. Guess you’ll miss stuff when your running amuck trying to get the fuck out of a shit situation. I pull on some boy shorts and a longer shirt. This will have to do because I plan on burrowing deep in Noah's bed and not coming out till tomorrow. I stuff my clothes back in my bag and walk into the room. I toss the bag at the end of the bed and jump into the sheets to warm up. It’s not quite winter yet but it's still rather chilly. Especially since there hasn't been anyone to warm this house up for a day or so. I look over at Noah and he is just staring at me.
