Biting Back (Completed)

Girls girl

I felt a hand creeping around my waist as I layed in bed sleeping. I reached for the lamp on the nightstand and felt that someone else got to it before me. Not this shit. I twisted and turned in bed as an arm reached around me from the bed and held me down. "ERICK!" I screamed, scared shitless.

The lights turned on as I saw Erick standing in the doorway confused. I looked at him as I breathed heavily. "Why did you do that?!" I shouted at him. He looked at me confused like he had no idea what I was talking about. "What did I do?" He answered. "You know the whole fucking arms out of the bed holding me down and also the creepy ass hand on the lamp!" I shouted back irritated and angered. "I was in the library when I heard your screams. That wasn't me." He anwsered back confused. I almost shit my pants for real when he said that.
That piece of shit better be lying and tell me it's all a prank. I can handle the blood and the killing, I'm too desensitized by it now but something about the dark still makes me piss my pants.
"Can you... -" I said before he interrupted me. "I'll stay on the couch." He said. He left and came back with something in his hands. I went back to bed facing away from him. I don't want him to stay but I also don't want that spooky shit to happen again. He better be ready to punch this ghost ass.

I woke up a bit too cozy for being in a creeky old dusty bed. I wiggled around and felt a hand come over me. I realized I was on the couch, the couch Erick is sleeping on -EUGH.
I jumped up and ran out into the dark tunnels. All the damn lights were out, so I ran straight into a wall and got back up and pretended to know where I was so I wouldn't have a heartattack.

I panicked when I heard a rat squeak behind me and I ran into another wall. I fell back and layed on the floor feeling defeated. I felt an aura of something close. It felt like I was having one of my nightmares. I sat up and saw light illuminating in the corner. Then I saw that damn figure I always see in my nightmares. That terrifying face that looks straight though my soul. I could see the face now. Rotten and skeletal.
I got up and froze for a bit. It didn't move or anything. It's grey hued eyes didn't even blink. I contemplated running away and risk knocking myself out or walk towards it like an idiot just to find out what would happen. I took a step towards it, just to test it a bit. It didn't move. I noticed it was almost hovering from the ground in a shredded moldy antique dress.

Another step bringing us closer together. I heard footsteps in the background and ignored the noise as I moved a step closer. Something so terrifying gave me a strange feeling of comfort.

I reach my hand out not expecting anything. The being was reaching out back to me. I could hear the footsteps getting closer. We were almost touching hands when Erick came over and grabbed me. He picked me up and carried me over his shoulder into another room that I didn't even know about. He put me down on the old creeky dusty ass bed and told me to stay put like I was a fucking dog. "You ruined it. We were having a moment!" I yelled at him. "What? You and that fucking corpse! You have got to be more careful Angela." He anwsered back demandingly. I was pissed that he didn't let me touch it.

Erick paced the room back and forth. He looked concerned, scared even.
"Is something wrong?" I asked as sitting on the couch looking down at my hands. He sat down on a chair in the corner. He placed his head in his hands. What's up his ass all of the sudden. I'm the one who's being haunted.
"Just go to bed. I'll take care of this." He said as he stood up and left, closing the door and locking it. How smart of him. Now I can be locked in with the ghost thing. I'll be dead before I even know it. You gotta love the undead and their funny humor sometimes.

I woke up and felt someone laying besides me. I poked it and it didn't move. I turned on the light and saw it was Ericks fat ass in the way. "Your in my personal space. I need more surface area." I said loudly to try and wake him up. He muffled something and took the rest of the blanket that he had stolen from me. I ripped it from him and he tugged it back. I gave up and got up to find another blanket. I looked back and saw Erick playing tug of war with the ghost. I don't think he realized it wasn't me pulling the blanket anymore.

I let it all just happen as I walked slowly towards the door. Erick was sitting in bed still fighting with the ghost for the blanket. He was wide awake and ready to fight for that torn old ass blanket. I stood by the door laughing my ass off because this was such a great sight to see. Then the blanket dropped and Erick let go. Oh shit. I'm next, aren't I?...

The door slammed open and I was dragged out screaming. This is some spooky shit I didn't sign up for. The door slammed shut again and I was dragged by my feet to the library for some reason. The library door slammed shut and I was let go of. I stood up and tried to unlock the door. I heard a schreecing noise behind me like the sound of an old hinge on a door. I looked behind me and one of the bookcases was open like a door. A secret room. I walked through the secret door. Behind it was a room filled with old memorabilia and pictures and photographs. News paper clippings were hung up on a wall ranging from many decades. One of the news papers said 1911. Same shit, different decade.

I saw a peek of light coming from the ceiling and was almost knocked out when a ladder dropped down. I climbed up and saw the holy grail. It's was an exit. Why the fuck would the ghost be helping me in this. This ghost is definitely a girls girl. I support this poltergeist behavior now, even though I was scared shitless at first by it. I heard Erick yelling for me. I stood at the top of the ladder looking up and down. I heard banging on the door.

I climed down the ladder and went back into the library and closed the bookcase door. I got just in time before Erick broke down the door. I can't just leave and not expect him to follow, or worse, he'll kill the rest of what my life has to offer.