Lost

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After a while of Preston observing which was really awkward, he finally spoke. He said "I know you guys were supernaturals but iI didn't know you were THAT type". Vanessa gave him the 'calm down it's still us' look which Preston really didn't understand because he kept on talking. I guess I'm the only one who understands her, we're best friends after all. Preston finally gave it a rest and changed the subject to something more important. "So basically these people want to kill us and use our DNA for some experiment they're doing". I kind of regret letting Preston come with us, we're now being hunted. But at the same time, he's a nice guy and it's not his fault. "It's dark, we better go to sleep. We have 2 rooms so you guys have to share". We all agreed and went upstairs. Preston's room was across the hall. By the time I was settled in, Vanessa was sleeping. I lied down on the bed with Vanessa snoring loud beside me. I started thinking of my pasts, my other friends, my school. My life was normal until people thought I was psycho for seeing ghosts. I still remember one of the ghosts, the most angriest one. I swear that ghost could explode when she was complaining about her boyfriend. It seems that he dumped her and she committed suicide because she was depressed. Her face was burning with anger as she told me all about her life. I observed her closely and saw a red scar on her neck. Ooh! I remember anoth-"psssst". What was that?. "Psssssst". I got up eyes wide and slowly adjusting to the dark. As i looked around I couldn't see anyone or anything. So i lied back down. "Pssst" it was from downstairs. I got up and went down, only to see the same old man I saw this morning. He saw me and whispered something, "help me".