Expelled Souls

The follows of our parents

As Ivy and Noah settled into their room, the unsettling memories of the night seemed to weigh heavily on their minds. The figure from the security footage haunted them both, and their worries about the mysterious presence loomed large.

Without warning, the room was filled with an overwhelming force, and before they could react, they felt themselves being pulled apart. The sensation was both disorienting and terrifying as they were transformed into dust. The world around them dissolved into a blur of darkness and cold.

Moments later, they found themselves back in their room, solid once more, but shaken by the experience. They looked at each other, their faces a mixture of worry and relief. The intensity of their ordeal had only deepened their connection, and the sight of each other safe was a balm to their frayed nerves.

Noah reached out and gently kissed Ivy’s forehead, his gesture a sign of profound relief. The warmth of his touch and the tenderness of the kiss were a comforting reminder of their bond amidst the chaos.

“We’re safe,” Noah murmured, his voice soothing. “We’re still here.”

Ivy nodded, trying to steady her breathing. The night’s events had left her feeling raw and vulnerable. She turned to Noah, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and sorrow. “Do you know him?” Noah asked, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Ivy’s heart sank as she realized the truth. “He is my dad,” she replied quietly, the words barely escaping her lips.

The revelation left them both in stunned silence. The gravity of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog. Ivy’s father, the figure they had encountered, was now a central part of their mystery. The guilt and confusion that followed were almost too much to bear.

Ivy’s mind raced with questions. What if her father was responsible for the horrors they had faced? What if everything that had happened was a consequence of her own family’s actions? The weight of her guilt was almost unbearable.

Noah, sensing her turmoil, moved closer to her. “It’s not your fault,” he said softly, his arms wrapping around her in a reassuring embrace. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Ivy clung to Noah, finding solace in his presence. His words, though simple, were a comfort amidst the chaos of her emotions. As he pulled her close, he kissed her gently, his touch a tender reminder of the love and support they shared.

“I’m scared,” Ivy admitted, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what’s happening or why. And now, with my dad involved… it feels like everything is falling apart.”

Noah’s grip tightened around her. “We’ll face it together,” he promised. “We’ll find out what’s going on and why this is happening. I’m here for you.”

With Noah’s reassurance, Ivy felt a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. They stood together, their shared fear and uncertainty binding them even closer.

The air between Ivy and Noah grew thick with the unspoken tension that had been building for days. They were standing so close now, his hands resting gently on her waist, her fingers brushing his arm. Ivy’s breath caught as she looked up at him, seeing something in his eyes that felt like both fear and hope.

Without another word, Noah leaned down and kissed her. It was gentle at first, hesitant, but then the kiss deepened, filled with all the emotions neither of them could find the words for. In that moment, the confusion and uncertainty of their reality seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of each other’s presence.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Noah’s voice was quiet, a whisper full of longing and vulnerability. “Ivy… I—”

Before he could finish, footsteps echoed down the corridor, breaking the delicate silence. Startled, they turned toward the sound, spotting two familiar figures approaching.

Aiden and Marcus, two of their classmates.

Ivy’s breath hitched. Her heart sank immediately. There was something off about the way the boys walked down the corridor, unaware of the two ghosts standing there. It felt strange, surreal. Noah stiffened beside her, eyes narrowing at the sight of the boys from school, walking toward them yet not seeing them.

“Noah,” Aiden said, his voice muffled as though coming from far away, distant despite the proximity. "You shouldn’t be here."

The words weren’t meant for them. Ivy’s throat tightened. Her classmates were unaware of her and Noah standing there. They were talking to each other, yet every word hit harder than if they were staring right at them.

Marcus frowned, his voice lowering in a way that made Ivy’s stomach churn. “Noah… he’s dead.”

The world seemed to stop. The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, and Ivy felt the blood drain from her face. Noah stood frozen beside her, the life draining from his expression. His hand slowly slipped from her waist.

“No…” Noah whispered, shaking his head. “What… what are they talking about?”

His gaze flickered to Ivy, desperate for some kind of answer, some way out of the nightmare that had just unfolded. But Ivy’s lips trembled, and the truth was written all over her face. The truth she had hidden from him.

“You knew?” Noah’s voice cracked, raw and wounded. The betrayal in his tone cut deep, sharper than any blade.

“Noah, I… I was trying to protect you,” Ivy stammered, reaching for him, tears pooling in her eyes. “I didn’t want you to suffer. I didn’t know how to—”

“You knew!” His voice rose, a mixture of hurt and disbelief, stepping back from her. “This whole time, Ivy? And you didn’t tell me?”

“Noah, please…” Ivy’s voice wavered, desperation creeping into every syllable. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought—”

But Noah was no longer listening. His mind was spinning, memories flooding back in fractured pieces—flashes of that night. Running, shouting, the impact of something sharp, and the cold emptiness that had followed.

His hands flew to his head as the memories overwhelmed him, and suddenly, his form began to flicker. Ivy gasped as his body blurred at the edges, his appearance starting to fade.

“Noah!” she cried, rushing forward, her hands desperately trying to grasp him, to hold onto him, but her fingers slipped through his form as he flickered out of her grasp.

"I... I remember..." Noah’s voice was a rasp, barely audible as his form grew weaker, dissolving into the ether.

“Noah, no! Stay with me!” Ivy pleaded, her heart racing as she watched him flicker like a dying light. Panic gripped her as his form became translucent, his body vanishing before her eyes.

His face twisted in pain, the memories of his death flooding back, more vivid now than ever before. But before he could say anything, his body flickered one last time, and then, he was gone.

Gone.

Ivy stood there, frozen, her hands outstretched into the empty space where Noah had just been. Her chest heaved with sobs, her fingers still trembling as if they could somehow pull him back from wherever he had disappeared to.

Aiden and Marcus continued walking down the corridor, oblivious to the scene that had just unfolded before them. They were deep in conversation, unaware of the heartache and the devastation that had just taken place.

“They said it was an accident, right?” Aiden asked, glancing at Marcus. “I don’t know how it happened. One second he was there, and then…”

Ivy’s breath hitched, the weight of their words hitting her like a tidal wave. She watched them walk away, her heart shattering as the truth of Noah’s death settled in her chest like a cold, hard stone.

She had lost him.

Again.

And this time, she feared he might not come back.