The Silence

Chapter Two

Marcy Williams was on her way. After getting Richards' frantic call, she rushed away from her family reunion. She was a bit delayed, but she was getting there. She had been surviving on chocolate bars for the last 12 hours, as she was stuck in a storm that had forced her to pull over in the middle of nowhere. About two hours ago she was able to get back on the road. Unfortunately, that also meant she still had 4 hours to go. She knew Richard would be freaking out, but her cell service had been down. So she risked going a little over the speed limit in the deserted roads lined by fields and fields of corn and soybeans. 

She hadn't been able to understand much of her boyfriend's frantic talking, but she got the gist of it. His mother, who had been staying at the family house during a business trip, had gone missing. It didn't sound like the police were much help, either. She weighed down Richard's reactions. Most likely, he would be waiting with a butter knife in his hands for someone to come and attack him too, but he could also be trying to sleep and failing. 

Which ever reaction it might be, Marcey wanted to be there for him. She knew if her mother had gone missing, she would be freaking out too. No matter how crazy Richard had gotten, she would be there for him.

When she got there. Right. She checked her clock. Still 3 hours to go. This was going to be a long drive.

...

Richard was freaking out now. His mother was missing and now his girlfriend wasn't answering his calls. Or his texts. She had said she was on her way, but what if the ghost had gotten her first?

Richard entered a state of paranoia. His only thoughts were of his safety and the safety of Marcy. He barricaded himself in his room at a nearby hotel and whenever someone walked down the hallway he peeked to see who it was. If it wasn't someone he recognized, he hid and locked the door.

So when Marcy finally arrived, he tackled her and pulled her inside the room.

"What's going on in here?" Marcy asked as she took a look around the room. Richard had set up many hiding places in his paranoia. The room looked like a tornado hit it.

"It's part of my security. To protect myself from the ghost."

Marcy laughed and Richard frowned. She thought he was joking!

"I'm not joking." Richard said.

"Richard," Marcy said. "Ghosts don't exist. Wh-"

"Yes, they do!" Richard interrupted. He sounded like a kid who had just watched a scary movie, but he was too freaked out to care.

Marcy was getting worried now. "Fine. Why do you think ghosts exist?"

"One took my mother." Richard whispered, like talking about someone's disappearance lured ghosts to your house.

"Here," Marcy sighed, reaching for the mess. "I'll clean up."

"No!" Richard took her wrist. "Don't! What if the ghost comes?"

Marcy frowned and decided to talk to him tomorrow. "Okay, I won't. But let's get to bed. It's late."