II. The ghost

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It gets serious, enjoy :)

(Y/n) woke up feeling dizzy. Where was she? She must've gotten very drunk the night before, because she didn't remember anything.

She got up with difficulty and immediately went to search for the bathroom in this shit house. Going up the stairs, a putrid smell hit her nose, the girl assumed it was some old food rotting or dead animals, nothing much. She opened the first door she saw, suddenly, a heavy mass fell on her causing her to yelp and fall over.
She then realized while pushing the mass away, it was a body, a fucking dead body ! She recognized immediately one of the girls who threw the water on her. What the hell ??? (Y/n) froze as a cold liquid soaked her black dress. She slowly looked down at it and saw the most disgusting and horrible thing she ever saw.

The girl's organs spilled on (Y/N) when the body fell and she could feel the chunks of coagulated blood mixed in with still liquid blood on her clothes. Horrified, she looked back at the body, the poor lady had her rib cage visible, whoever did this gutted her like a fish, there was nothing left in her torso except fat and bones.

(Y/N) instantly felt sick, she vomited on herself before running for the house's door. Despite her frenetics attempts at opening the door, it wouldn't budge. Blurting out insults she ran around the different rooms, trying to find an exit. In her panicked state, she bumped into something, and that something was breathing, she slowly looked up to be met by the same horrible mask she had seen the night before. A white ghost face, mouth open like it was screaming in pain.

Adrenaline kicked in, she ran for the closest object, a rock on the ground and smacked the man with it, earning a grunt from him before using it to break open the window. Before she could slip outside, he grabbed her from behind. She screamed for help.

"(y/n), (y/n) if you don't stop screaming you'll end up like that poor lady upstairs, that's not what you want hm?"

He said in her ear. His voice was heavily modified, it sounded raspy and terrifying. The girl held her breath, tears spilling abundantly. There was no one to help her, no parents, no friends, no any other relatives.

"Good, good, you're a clever little one aren't you"

She could hear his devilish smile behind his soft, flirty tone. He slowly let go of her waist to grab her by her wrists. She turned around to look at the man with teary eyes.

"Awh would you look at this, my coat is so dirty because of you, oh and so are you"

He gestured, pointing out the vomit and bits of organs on her dress.

"What do you want"

(y/n) choked out

"Come on kitty let's get you changed"

He grabbed the collar of her dress and forcefully dragged her upstairs. The man stepped over the bloody mess the decaying corpse made

"Oopsie daisy"
He said as he did so. (Y/n) did the same, sobbing quietly. He led her to a dark bathroom, it was quite small, with only a rotting shower and a clearly unsanitary sink.

"Come on, come on, let's get you cleaned up, you stink so bad"

(Ghostie you little son of a bitch)

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