Haunted (Book #1)✔️

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢

Now that Mark was no longer in a trance he was able to pay more attention to what Sean had to say. The two walked onto the patio and Sean had been ready to tell Mark everything that he saw. He took a deep breath as the two stood side by side then turned to face each other.

"What did you see?" asked Mark.

"The basement," he responded and sat down on the patio chair. The sun shone through the screen and covered the patio in bright golden light. "When I was younger, I went down to the basement because I heard something," Sean continued. "Though I didn't think about it until I remembered what happened,"

"Which is what?" questioned Mark who was determined to help Sean crossover, Mark wasn't going to give up not while he had the chance to save Sean from being stuck in the world of the living.

"I think there was something watching me in the shadows, and if my hunch is correct then what happened next was that at the age of thirty-one the murderer had tracked me down and killed me right there," says Sean who waited to see what Mark's reaction was going to be. Mark and Sean waited in silence, as Mark remembered what his father had said before he had disappeared from Mark's view. They had to connect the dots and figure out the truth preferably before anything happened to him or Amy. Suddenly a thought occurred to him as he figured out what they had to do, he hated where this was about to go but knew it was the only way.

"There's only one way to know," says Mark.

"Which is what?" asks Sean.

"We have to go down there and figure it out," responds Mark. Sean backtracked, he was not about to go back down to the basement no way, not while he was already dead.

"Mark, your crazy!" he exclaimed. "I'm not going down there!"

"Sean what else do you remember what did you see?" Mark pushed. "Did you hear anything in the background?"

"Only an evil laugh and a box getting pulled across the dirt floor! Mark what's this got to do with anything?" Sean demanded. He wanted to know where Mark was going with this and wasn't planning to back down.

"I think whatever was down there was trying to tell you something," Suggested Mark. "It couldn't find the words to say something, so it had to pull a box out,"

"How do you explain the evil laugh?" Sean questioned.

"Simple, there aren't two spirits here there are three," Said Mark as he attempted to put all the pieces together. He felt that he was ever so close to solving this mystery but there was only one thing left to do. Go down to the basement and find the box, open the box, and see what was inside. "Sean, I know you don't like going to the basement but what choice do we have?" Sean sighed and put his hands into his pockets it was no use arguing with Mark, he was going to continue to persist.

"Fine, but I'm staying close behind you," he responds. Mark nodded his head while the two got up and walked out of the patio. Sean and Mark started to make their way to the basement where Sean's stomach was in complete knots. It was unusual for a ghost to feel nervous, but he knew that if he was to crossover he needed to stop being a big scaredy cat. The two arrived at the door as Mark pushed it open revealing a never-ending darkness, the stairway was creepy, and Mark was slowly starting to make his way downstairs. This felt like something out of a scooby-doo mystery the only difference was in fact that Mark could speak to spirits and Sean was a spirit who had been lost in the human world, and they didn't have a talking dog. The stairs creaked below Mark as his stomach started to turn.

Sean and Mark arrived at the bottom of the stairs at the same time Mark pulled the cord that turned on the only light source in the basement. He looked at the light bulb and turned his attention to Sean with a raised eyebrow.

"That's the best light source you've got?" he asked.

"Hey! Don't judge! That's as much as we could afford you moron!" Sean yelled.

"Look I'm only trying to he-" Mark's sentence was cut off to a box being dragged to the center of the room. He turned to see a small brown moving box sitting in the middle, cautiously, Mark approached the box and knelt in front of it. Mark opened the box and started sifting through the old newspaper clippings and the different magazines until he stumbled across an old scrapbook. Sean stayed back unaware that the evil entity was approaching him as Sean waited he looked around on edge, that is until he felt a pair of gloved hands wrap around his chest. Sean screamed causing Mark to set the scrapbook down and turn around to see that Sean was struggling to break free.

"Sean!" he exclaimed. Though right behind him he could see a man with a fedora, suddenly his chest started to ache as he looked at the man. "Let him go!" the man lifted his head to reveal that he looked exactly like Mark. Mark's eyes widened in shock; the man laughed at him with a laugh so evil that it could bore holes into your body.

"Sorry Fischbach," says the man while he covered Sean's mouth. "But I warned you," Sean tried to scream but the man had a leather glove covering his mouth. "Now if you want your little ghost friend here, then I suggest you come and get him,"

"What do you want?" asked Mark.

"I want your soul and power Mark," says the man. "You have twenty-four hours to make your decision, or else Sean here will be filled with evil," he continued. "Come to the old cemetery behind the house with your decision!" the man dragged Sean into the wall until they were no longer seen leaving Mark in the dimly lit room.