Post traumatic darkness

Chapter ten: ghouls or Gohl?

He'd woken up sore and he looked at the woman, looking at Jason then focused back on her. Aiden shook his head, he wasn't weak. He tried to get up, only to remember what happened last night and how his arm had been broken. He couldn't look at the woman as he whispered, "I'm not weak. Besides you know how he can be..."

"Kill him. You can do it. You will do it. End him before it's too late." She said and vomited while she talked even though her head wasn't even connected to her body and in her hands. You heard her say "You can live if you kill him." She had blood and pus and vomit coming out of her eyes, nose, and mouth.

Aiden listened to her, feeling his despair growing at the idea. "How do you expect me to? The two times I've tried to run, he won... Also who the freak dislocated my shoulder last night?" He asked quietly, scared of waking up Jason.

"There are many spirits here. Many lost. Many angry. Many sad. Many forgotten. Many vengeful spirits are consumed with rage." She looked like she was almost melting from all the blood, pus, and vomit that came out of her as she disappeared.

"... And she's gone..." He groaned and looked at Jason before he got up and thought of something that was... Dangerous. He got out of bed, careful to not wake Jason, and limped out of the room. He shut the door, took a deep, shaky breath, and sat in the wheelie chair before he went to the pet room and fed Luna.

Inside the hall it was cold. In the pet room, Luna meowed at you happily and was concerned because she could sense your discomfort. You could hear wear scratches on glass and footsteps but didn't see any more ghosts for a second you could swear you could hear crying but then it went away in a muffled tone with a few 'help' in there

Aiden petted the kitty and then looked around him, curiosity in his eyes. He looked at Luna and then got out of the room, but he left the door open and looked around the hallway.

Inside the hall stood a woman with a rope around her neck in a knot who had her intestines removed, a few of her fingers, and eyes. But somehow could still cry without them. "Help...." She repeated a bunch of times in her muffled sobs from the tight rope around her throat.

"I'm trying... But I can't help you right now. I need to heal a little bit more time before I can help you and the others, so please be patient with me." Aiden answered weakly as he looked at her sadly then wheeled into the kitchen, trying to ignore the woman as of now and any other ghost he saw. This wasn't fair, or right...What was he supposed to do? He started making French toast and some scrambled eggs. Meanwhile, Luna went to Jason.

While you cooked there were ghosts occasionally staring at you and whispering things. Luna went to the bedroom and licked Jason's face making him wake up. He pet the cat and got up, carrying her to the kitchen and sitting on the couch with her. "Morning." He said and let the cat. It did make you a little nervous when he held her since he was bipolar at times.

He glanced briefly at the ghosts, then focused on the food. "Can we all talk civilly the next time he goes to the casino?" He asked them, having caught some of the whispers. He glanced at Jason and smiled tensely, not sure how to bring up last night. This became even more so when he saw Jason holding Luna, terrified that she'd get hurt because of his actions. He looked nervously at the ghosts that were present and pleaded with them to please not do anything that would lead to Luna getting hurt. He composed himself and then focused on his task of cooking. "Morning... How are you?"

Jason looked up at you. "I'm fine. How do you feel? I didn't mean to throw you down so hard this morning but I just got so frustrated. Is your arm ok?" He asked about your broken arm. The ghosts just stood whispering and staring at you and Jason, some flinching when he spoke. Jason continued petting Luna and she purred in his arms. You never really understand why she likes Jason but it was most likely because he never hurt her unlike Hunter used to do like throwing her, smacking her away, or kicking her that time.