The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 17-

My head hurts.

I'm not having eight hours of sleep since Christmas.

Please help me.

-Mari

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You didn't have enough time to explain everything to Charlie, but when the others entered, she didn't disappear, rather she stayed in that corner watching you talk happily with your friends.

You had the same smile you always wore when playing with her, and she liked it. It reminds her of the times before everything happened.

Jamie filled you in about most of the things that happened the week when you were still sleeping, while Alyssa enthusiastically told you about her years in college, which was something that you wanted to hear more than the Hurricane chronicles.

Jeremy was the only one that talked to you about the pizzeria, knowing very well that you rather talk about anything else. He didn't want to start the night shift after what happened, but you reassured him that he didn't have to worry about it.

The preferred victims of the killers are kids or the daughter(s) of his ex-coworker after all.

The next few days everything was better. The pain stopped completely, and when the nurse came to change your bandages, she was shocked to see that you were completely healed, up and down.

Also the police came. They asked you about what happened, who was with you and most importantly, if you saw the killer in the face. You lied, saying it was too dark to see.

On the other hand, you also asked them a question before they went off with their work, if they found the kids. You knew they were dead, Charlie told you and one of the souls is inside Jeremy, but you wanted to know where the bodies were.

They couldn't answer you. They hoped that you had the answer, because there wasn't a single trace left from them.

When they went away you were left alone with your thoughts, or to better phrase it, alone with your thoughts and two strangely lou souls.

"I'm starting to think that my family's cursed." The little guy missing a piece of head said, as usual sitting on one of the chairs near the window.

"And mine is too because yours is." The girl with the slitted throat responded, sitting on the armchair on the other side of the window.

"I would like to say sorry on behalf of my dad, but I don't think he is... And even if me and Elizabeth are the only ones that didn't get killed by him, I'm starting to rebel too."

"You're only angry because you have to share the suit with Cassidy." You smiled, intruding in the conversation. Charlie nodded her head.

He started groaning in anger, which made both you and your sister laugh.

You three calmed down, and you took the moment of silence to look out of the window for any unwanted attention. You have already been at the hospital for seven days in total, you didn't want to go into a facility for mental illness after trying to explain that you can see the souls of dead children.

"Why can I see only you two? And how can I see you two in general?" You asked.

"I don't know why either, but for the second question, I think it's because you've been on the brink of death, so now every other Afton's victim is going to stick with you until he dies." Charlie responded, giving you a cler response in contrary of what she said.

The day passed normally, except for the continuous conversation with two ghosts. You were getting used to having your meal served three times a day, even if it could have had better taste.