The Septic Curse

Thirteen

The next day, spirits were low.

And no, not the spirit spirits- the energy was low, in a way of speaking. 

Jameson was saddened that Sam- who he had finally decided to rename from 'Jimmy'- wouldn't do any cool tricks anymore. 

Well, that was a lie.

The ghost did cool things, but only for Robbie. 

Like right now, it was playing with the child-like zombie. They were racing with mini cars- which might've given Sam the advantage, considering the fact that it could possess things. But they seemed to be having fun. 

The toy car that Sam was possessing was black with little red roses along the sides. It balanced on its back wheels, rotating its front wheels and swaying back and forth. Robbie giggled, reaching out with his own toy's front wheels to give the other a 'high five'(?)

"Don't you think that thing is a little too relaxed...?" Chase muttered to Henrik, gesturing to the fact that it was playing despite Marvin pouring salt at all of the edges of the house, following something on his phone. Having no way to go out, he finally gave in and was now trying online methods to see if any actually worked. 

But the ghost was giving no reaction. It wasn't even getting upset that they were trying to get rid of it. Not only that, but its aura was completely different. Robbie said that he could still feel pain, sadness, and anger, but it felt... Lighter. 

It felt as if Sam had a large burden taken of its shoulders. 

Until suddenly there was a loud thump from upstairs, as if someone had dropped something. 

But everyone was downstairs, including Sam. 

So, what made that noise?

The toy car dropped, back to being unanimated. But the Sam plushie lifted up and waved its tail in a 'hello' or 'goodbye' motion. With that, the ghost stopped playing with Robbie. Of course, that's all that the Septics could tell. 

The thing, obviously, was invisible, so they couldn't see it go upstairs.

"...Marvin, I have a bad feeling about zhis... You should stop now." Henrik warned, slight panic in his voice. "Yeah... I-... No. No, I can't. I should finish this off before-" 

"Before what~?"

Everyone stiffened. 

They had heard nothing, yet they did.

In their minds a message was conveyed, and they could almost hear a voice to go with it. 

It made no sense...

But then it made all the sense in the world. 

"Telepathy?!" Marvin blinked in realization. That means... That was certainly the ghost's accomplice. 

"As much as I wish to tear you apart l̷̠̽͛̄i̴̢̜̖͐͜ḿ̶̝͍̝̐b̷̝͠ ̸͖͛̚͠f̸͙̩̽́͂̄͜͜r̸̨̺̼̺̻͂̾͌͘ô̵̜̹̲͚̣͝͝m̷̧̩͈̓̈̿͐̌ ̷͓̪̹̳̈́ͅl̵̟̼̘͈̓͋̚i̶̪̺̞̬̣̋͋̂͝m̷̨̞̝̟̜̿̌b̶͖̳͉͖̔̋̐͘̚... That isn't my job to take, is it?"