Haunting of the Hills

Aftermath

Sam and Colby had taken me to a nearby hotel after that night at the castle, fed me and let me sleep, official breaking 100 or so years of not eating or sleeping. It felt good to be.... human again. 

The boys all had to go back and reshoot the entire video the following week, leaving me to play with the modern portable 'phone.' It was touchscreen and actually very entertaining, I figured out how to search up things on 'google' and caught up on what had happened after my death across the globe; like the second world war. 

During my time alone in the hotel room I figured out I could materialize objects from thin air, I just had to imagine them in my hand and, poof, they appear. Quite handy. No pun intended. 

The boys all got back around 10 or so the next morning, I was still slumped on the hotel bed, reading a book from the 1800's that my father had given me on one of his 'trips.'

"Where did you get that book?" Colby asks, throwing himself on the bed next to me, spread eagle. 

I smirked and looked at all of them. "Watch this." I told them, standing up. I closed my eyes and imagined a crisp American 100 dollar bill, I felt the papery material in my hand and I opened my eyes, showing the boys. "WTF!" Corey screams, grabbing it from my open palm, checking it under the light. "It's real." As Corey said that, the rest of them crowded me and were all talking all at once, making my head spin off my freakin neck. 

"Calm down." I demand, watching as they all shut up. "I don't know how, I just did it." 

"That's some real ghost shit." Jake stated, folding his arms. I smile at him as the boys burst into chuckles. 

- _ -_ - 2 years later, October -_-_-

"Victoria!" Sam calls, knocking on my bedroom door, effectively waking my brain up from my nightmares.

"Yes?" I yell back, snuggling my face deeper in the pillow.

"We're leaving in an hour, get up Ghosty." He explains, opening my door a crack to peek in and turn on the lights. I grimace and cover my eyes with my comforter, shielding them from the sharp sting of pain emerging.

"The Sanatorium right?" I call out, my voice muffled.

"Yeah, did you research and stuff?"

"Nah, I'll know when I get there anyways." Ever since I was resurrected I've been getting visions of the history in a building, or in a room, but I have to step into the room to see the visions.

"True. Colby will be here in like 10 minutes, be up please."

"Yes Mother, I will." I roll my eyes, slipping out of my very warm bed, grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom across the hall.

_--_

I rest my head on the cool tile of the shower, closing my eyes and trying to calm my thoughts from being eaten by my brain.

We walk into the coffin room part of Wilson's Castle in Vermont, I step into the room, but immediately put my hand on the wall to stop myself from collapsing to the floor as a vision takes over my sight.

"NO! PLEASE! I DON"T WANT TO D-" The man's voice stops abruptly as blood spits out from his mouth, a small incision appearing where his trachea is. Two men pick his now dead body up, and throw him into the casket made of croqueted wood, his blood seeping through the seams.

I lift my head off the tile and turn off the hot water, drying myself off and wrapping the towel around my body, stepping out into the hall

"OH!" I hear, I turn my head around, My black hair sticking to my shoulders and arms.

"Oh, Hi Colby, how are you?" I ask politely, walking to my door, which was right beside the blushing boy, who was covering his eyes.

"Everything is covered Colby." I chuckle, looking at his face.

"Thats not what I'm worried about Tori." He smirks, uncovering his eyes, looking into mine.

"Oh?" I smirk, leaning closer to him, "and what are you worried about?" I whisper close to his ear, then leaning back and smiling, looking at him again, gauging his reaction.

I open my door and step through, closing it slowly, winking at him as my towel slips as I finally shut the door all the way, only a sliver of my skin showed before the door shut all the way. I laughed quietly as I could still hear his hiss of breath intake, surpassed by my towel slipping.

I just love teasing him, it's fun. 

I quickly dressed into jeans and a plain black sweatshirt, throwing on my socks, walking out my bedroom door, my phone in hand, walking into the living room where Sam and Colby were having a heated discussion. "She was literally dead for 100 years!" Sam whisper-yells at Colby. 

"I fucking know bro! But it doesn't change the fact that she's," Colby lowers his voice drastically, "Extremely attractive." 

I smirk, and step into the room, "Hey boys." I greet, plopping down next to Colby to put on my shoes. "Hey Vic." They both greet, having an innocent  smile on their faces. 

"Ya'll look suspicious for some reason." I bluntly spit out, tying my right vans up. 

"Why?" Colby says, folding his arms. I raise my eyebrow at him and just give him a blank stare. 

Colby quickly un-folds his arms and smiles again.  

"Mhm. I prove my point." I smirk, standing straight up. "You ready to go?" 

"Yes ma'am, we are." Sam says, standing up, grabbing the camera bag and his backpack. 

Colby stands and grabs his backpack from the couch also, and walks past me to get the door. 

"After you, milady." He poshly says. 

"Oh why thank you kind sir." I smile, walking out into the hall, waiting for the boys so we can go to the elevator together. 

This is going to be fun. 

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