Death is never The End // Thomas Sharpe X Reader.

2: Freeing Ghosts.

I stared blankly at the man who stood before me, feeling mesmerized by his aura. He was attractive no doubt, but unlike the cold and isolated feeling I got from the house, he felt warm and welcoming. I was waiting for him to either give me permission to stay in this house, or kick me out. But he did something unexpected.

He bent down to the floor, placing his weight on one knee and began petting the dog that stood at my feet. I have no idea where the tiny little papillon appeared from, but was like a bundle of joy. Wagging his tail with happiness as the man stroked its brown and white fur.

Smiling to myself, I stepped aside and watched them.

"What do you think you're doing here? You perky little thing?" The dog wagged his tail and the man seemed to understand him.

"Weird how a dog could grab your attention faster than I could." I felt a bit bold a blurted out. Realizing I must have sounded rude, I continued walking ahead, feeling the wooden railing.

"The dog needs temporary attention, once he's gone, I'm all yours, love."

His choice of nickname certainly let blood flow through my body. I once felt chilled and cold, while now I felt the warmth, especially in my cheeks.

"How long would you be staying, darling?"

I turned around, not expecting him to be exactly behind me. I almost crashed into him, but luckily, I could hold myself up and not melt at the sight of the gorgeous being that stood before me.....as of now.

"As long as the house wants me to." I nodded and turned to continued to walked, stopping when I saw a mirror nearby.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, "You look rather.....pale."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and as far as I could make out, despite how dirty the mirror was, I seemed to be my natural color. "I'm alright. Thanks." I smiled at him and a sudden movement in the corridor, caught my eye. Walking closer to it I found myself in front of an old wooden door. Putting on my gloves again, I opened the door and walked inside.

"Say kind sir, " I began, I don't know why, but using such phrases felt right, considering the house was extremely old. "Could I rest here for the night?"

"Weird of you to choose this room." he said coming up behind me. I swear if he gives me a jump scare again, I'll punch his pretty face.

"Why?" I asked in my sweetest voice. I needed to stay here, so I could find out why I was lead to this horrid place.

"It was mine." He said walking inside and taking a seat on the bed. He was so light on his feet. Never made a sound as he walked. There was a certain calmness to him. Which was different than how the house made me feel.

I smiled at him and rubbed my fingers across the wall, fiddling with the crumbling paint, when I felt a sharp pain in my finger. Pulling off my glove, I saw the finger which had a splinter. It was a bit swollen and it stung like hell.

"Is something wrong, love?"

"No, I just...." was all I said and that's how I found myself in his workshop, so he called it, with this man, who's name I don't know yet, asking me to sit on the platform, which had clay pots and engraved wooden faces or heads. The whole place was filled with peculiar inventions and toys.

He scrambled in a draw for a while then handed me a tweezer and I took out the splinter. He then offered me bandage to wrap around it. But I declined.

"It's just a splinter. I'm a big girl you know. It doesn't hurt."

"Ehehe" He laughed then looked straight into my eyes. Suddenly I felt nervous, like I was being read, analyzed.

"What's the matter?"

"You..." He paused. Then took a breath and smiled, "I don't even know your name and you've already made your way to one of my favorite places in the house."

"Well you didn't ask. " I said shrugging. When I looked back at him, he was resting his weight against a table, with his arms folded and eyebrows raised.

"Oh right, it's Aurora, Aurora Dawson."

"Thomas Sharpe, lovely meeting you."

Our exchange of smiles was short lived when a loud groaning sound echoed in the halls. My head snapped in that direction and I walked out the door and towards it. I looked back at Thomas and he simply stood where he was, with a depressed expression on his face.

Walking out of the door, I saw a creature, crawling on the ground. It was red in color and as I went closer I realised it was a woman.

I took off my gloves and threw them on the floor. I lent my hand saying,

"I'm not afraid of you...." She stopped moving and kneeled down before me. "Can I?" Not sure whether I should or shouldn't, I placed my hand on her head.

I was filled with a rush of emotions, memories and thoughts of the woman. She was the first one. The first victim. Murdered brutally by the women who never left the house. My five minutes were almost up when she groaned. It hurt her as much as it hurt me.

"Pamela..." I whispered, "You want to leave?" By this time, my eyes were filled with tears. I paused the flashbacks when she stood in front of a mirror. I saw the image of her, when she was young and beautiful. I spoke straight to her. "Then you have to forgive." Tears rolled down my eyes. She was reluctant. She was fighting me, resisting. "Forgive them Pamela."

She screamed one last time and finally agreed. I opened my eyes to see her ghost turn pale while and vanish into thin air.

Fatigue took over me and I fell on my knees. I saw Thomas run to me and he kneeled down beside me. I'm sure he saw all of it happen, because he had a shocked looked on his face.

"Aurora, you're pale as snow. Come on, I'll take you to bed." He said directing me to his room.

After everything he had seen, he still put his questions aside and thought about my well-being. I ultimately decided to reveal the truth to him. Looking straight into his eyes, I said,

"I am Aurora Kathrine Dawson.....and I'm here to Free the Ghosts."