Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Two

I opened the door to my new house, carrying two rather heavy bags full of groceries with me. This time I had no problems with opening the front door. Still a little weary, I closed it behind me and locked it, dropping the keys on the kitchen table. I always had a thing with locking doors, it made me feel a lot safer than when I left it unlocked.

I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Ethan my adress, which he replied to within minutes. I smiled and put my phone back in the pocket of my jeans.

I dropped the bags on the table as well before starting to unpack them. I had almost put everything away when I heard a sound coming from the living room. Furrowing my eyebrows, I walked in to the living room, seeing that the TV had turned on by itself. 

But the only thing that was working was the sound system, the screen was still pitch black. Carefully, I walked closer and sat down on the old couch in front of it, staring at the screen when suddenly someone started to talk.

"Do.. Not.. Pity.. The.. Dead.."

I couldn't make out a specific voice because it seemed like it were all different kind of voices. Like words randomly taken out of sentences, sentences made by different people. But it sure as hell creeped me out. I was just about to stand up and turn off the device when it started to speak again.

"Pity.. The.. Living.." 

My heart was beating in my chest by now, I could almost hear it, that's how hard and fast it was beating. The last word, it was recorded by a disgusting voice, the voice of a woman who was being killed. You could hear her choking on her own blood before the TV turned off on it's own, leaving me speechless and wide-eyed.

Was this some sort of sick joke? Did someone deliberately record all these different voice and somehow managed to play them on my TV? I tried to think back, I tried to remember if I ever pissed someone off so much that they would do something like this. 

I couldn't think of someone who would go through so much trouble to follow me all the way here, to do something like this. Maybe it was just the device itself, everything in this house was old so I'm guessing that the TV isn't the newest one on the market. It has probably been used a lot.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm myself down before I stood up again and walked back to the kitchen. I continued doing what I was doing before, unpacking all the groceries and putting them in the cabinets. Once I was done, I folded the plastic bags and put them in on of the drawers. Stuff like that could come in handy at any time. 

I made a few sandwiches for myself and sat down on the couch, still carefully watching the TV out of the corner of my eye. I quietly ate my food before grabbing the plate and bringing it back in to the kitchen, putting it down in the sink. I'd clean it tomorrow morning.

A yawn escaped my lips and I slowly walked up the stairs to the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes, stepping in to the shower and turning the water on.

The warm water instantly calmed my tense muscles and I was finally able to relax. I think I stayed in there for about 15 minutes before I got out, wrapping a towel around my body and walking back to my bedroom. I changed into my pyjamas, consisting of shorts and a tank top before crawling under the covers of my new bed. 

My eyes shot open when I felt the bed moving rapidly underneath me, I gasped when the covers were thrown off of me and the bed started to shake even harder. It seemed like the whole house was shaking and could collapse under it's own weight at any second. I crawled out of the bed and fell to the floor, putting my hand over my mouth when I saw what was happening. I tried to crawl away when a digusting, burned hand came from underneath the bed and wrapped itself around my ankle, dragging me back towards the bed. The smell.. the smell alone was almost enough to choke me, it smelled like hundreds of people were being burned alive in this very room. I screamed and kicked, trying to get the hand that was wrapped around my ankle off of me but it was of no use, it only tightened it's grip on my ankle. Before I could comprehend what was happening, more hands started to dig it's way through the floor. All deadly burned, the skin no longer there. I managed to pull my foot out of it's grasp and stumbled away towards the door, grabbing the doorknob and pulling myself up. I swung the door open and shakily ran down the stairs, into the kitchen. I could hear screaming coming from upstairs, frantic screaming like someone was being burned alive. I couldn't control my breathing and everything seemed to crumble underneath me, when I grabbed a hold of the back of a chair, I noticed the windows. 

They were covered in bloody handprints. Smeared, bloody handprints. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I fell to the floor, my vision going blurry and eventually failing completely.

But not before I saw a pair of pitch black eyes. 

I slowly opened my eyes and tried to adjust them to the bright light shining through the window, sitting up straight. 

"What the hell?" I pulled myself up by the counter and looked around, trying to figure out why I fell asleep in the kitchen, and then it hit me. The bed, the burned hands, the windows. The windows! I turned around and there was nothing there. No bloody handprints, nothing. I crossed my arms over my chest and slowly stepped back, walking up the stairs towards my room. I opened the door, which made a creaking sound that made me shiver slightly and walked in, eyeing the place like a murderer could jump out at any second.

There was nothing wrong with the bed, absolutely nothing. 

I got down on my knees, looking underneath the bed but there wasn't anything like I've seen last night, not even proof that it was indeed there, the last time I was in this room.

Could I really have been dreaming that vividly? Is that even possible? How did I get in the kitchen? I never sleepwalked before in my life, not even when I was a child. 

Maybe it was indeed a dream, a really bizarre dream. A lot has happened in the past year and it must've had an effect on me, there are no doubts about that. I looked around one more time when I noticed the clock on the wall next to me.

11.45 am.

Ethan is going to be here in a little over an hour! How could I have slept that long? I never sleep that long! I need to get dressed, I need to get dressed fast. I practically ran to my closet, pulling out different types of clothes, throwing it all on my bed before I turned around and dug through them to find a decent piece of clothing.

Nice one, Riley, now you have to put everything back in again.

I eventually decided on my black, ripped skinny jeans with a flowy, green top and my white converse. I pulled out my hair straightener and plugged it in after I combed my hair, taking all the knots out that I must've created last night.

After I was done straightening my hair, I applied some make-up. Not much, just a bit of mascara, eyeliner and a little bit of lipgloss. I took a step back and looked at myself in the mirror. I actually looked nice for a change, I was happy with myself at this moment.

I gasped when I heard the doorbell ring, checking the time on my phone I saw that it was 12.30. Why was he this early? I thought he said he'd pick me up at one. I walked down stairs and opened the door only to find nobody there. 

I huffed, slamming it close again. "Bloody kids." 

I sat down on the couch and played some stupid game on my phone when about 25 minutes later, the bell rang again. This time I could see Ethan standing behind it through the window. I walked towards the door and took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again.

Here goes nothing.

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