' ' Every stone you threw ' '
I felt silly, standing infront of the old building, it had been closed down after the incident, but I had to know. I had to see for myself. The floorboards creaked as I stepped through the rotten doorway and into the cold building, hugging my sweater close.
I felt sick, the old building reeked or death and sorrow, I felt the urge to leave, to run back to my apartment and never come back. I pushed down my fear in favor of finding the truth.
It felt so stupid, exploring an abandoned building looking for ghosts because of a guy, but, I really did want to belive him, his story, so here I am. I had no luck inside the building itself but, Sal had told me about the treehouse and how Larry's ghost likely resided there. So I left the disturbed old place and walked around back, to the treehouse.
I wasn't entirely sure if if the ladder would hold all of my weight but I couldn't give up after I'd come this far, so I decided to try it.
Up, up, up I went on the unstable ladder, the treehouse smelled like mold and mildew.
"Larry Johnson?" I called hesitantly, as if just now realizing what I was doing with my day off. "Are you here?" I tried again, not willing to succumb to the idea that Sal was delusional or making up the story he told me. No reply. I felt ridiculous, of course there wasn't a ghost here, it was just me not willing to believe the facts, stupid y/n, letting her feelings get the better of her judgment.
Just as I was about to leave the decaying place, I heard a crash behind me, I turned around, wiping the tears out of my eyes, and saw, a figure, standing at the wall farthest from me.' ' I stood on, to better see the view' '
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《 Blue 》
FanfictionA lovesick murderer and his court-ordered therapist... truly a love story to remember ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Yandere sal fisher x therapist reader GUYS I SWEAR IT GETS GOOD IN LATER CHAPTERS