Shiver (on hold)

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~3 months later~

My mother, Debbie Thornton, is a 48 year old ghost activist.
At this point of her life you'd think she'd settle down and take up knitting like most woman her age.

She hates when I tell her its time for her to retire her activities and take up a hobby instead of doing something that at any given moment could give her a heart attack.

"You could get Angina." I said, as I spread nutella on a slice of toasted bread. She was preparing for her next trip of ghost hunting.

"Let me live my life, Skylar." she says to me as she puts sunscreen in her duffle bag.

Every month or so she went with a bunch of her activist friends and they would travel to places that were known to be The Most Haunted Place In The World. This month their going to Hiroshima to see the shadows burned into the ground of the disintegrated bodies that lost their lives there.

"When you have kids, you won't want them provoking you about things that you wish to be doing, so please, just let me live."

"Hm, whatever. Have a good trip." I walk out the kitchen, jog up the stairs and enter my room, plopping down on the bed. My phone lights up on my bedside table signalling I had a message. I picked it up and looked at the screen. Taylor it read.

Tay: Tell your mom I said have a good trip

Me: why?

Tay: just do it *nike swoosh*

Me: fine.

"Momma!" I call to my mother downstairs.

"Yeah, what is it?" she calls back.

"Taylor says have a good trip." I yell down to her.

"Thank you, Taylor." she says, "Bye Skylar."

Me: There you go. she said thanks

Tay: good. what are we doing today, babe?

Me: did we have plans?

Tay: do we have to have plans to hang out? since tf when?

Me: i was just asking, you wanna come over?

Tay: omw

Not too long after there is a knock on my door, I run down the stairs and open the door,seeing Taylor standing outside, in a long black jersey with the word '#slay' on it. It had white strips on the hem and sleeves.

"Hello, darling." Taylor says stepping inside.

"Hi." I say closing the door and following Taylor up to my room.

He settles himself on my bed, one leg folded under the other, which was hanging off the side of the bed. "So where are you bringing me?"

"Not sure, we could go somewhere to eat," I request, looking at my empty plate of bread crumbs.

"I can always eat." He says jumping up, and heading out my door, "Don't forget your wallet."

I grab my purse with my phone, wallet and money and follow Taylor downstairs, and through the door.

We walk down my street heading into the main part of town, where the restaurants and stores are. As we are walking we see what looks to be like a couple coming straight for us. I feel Taylor grab on to my arm and pull me closer to him. I try to pull away so I can walk around the couple nearing us but he grabs my hand tighter, until we are right infont of the pair. The man stops and looks at us, then takes the girls hand and walks around us, whilst shaking his head at us.

"Why'd you do that, we could've just walked around them." I hit Taylor's arm "You're such a pest"

"They were being so lovey-dovey -it was disgusting." Taylor shrugged.

"Whatever. The guy looked so mad." I say turning to look back at the couple far behind us, laughing with each other.

Taylor scoffed looking over at me "Sometimes I wish I was a bird: I would fly over certain people and shit on their heads."

"You can't just do that," I say, laughing "To anyone you want."

"That's ludicrous, I'll shit on whoever the hell want to shit on. Im a bird, bitch. Cah-ckaa." he said, flapping his arms... like a bird.

"You're mentally insane." I say

"It's the most fun way to be." He laughs as we are about to pass the house on the hill.

"Woah, did you see that?" Taylor says, looking over at the house. 

"What?" I say looking at Taylor, refusing to look at the house. "What is it?"

"How are going to know if you don't look, smart ass." He says grabbing my head and turning it to look over at the house. 

I look closely to at the front windows on the house, and I see the curtains inside swaying, as if there is wind coming through the closed window to blow through it. I instantly take a step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

"Isn't that cool?"Taylor says, smiling at the house. 

I give him a look. "No." After one last glance, I begin again down the sidewalk.

"Oh, come on Sky, it's not even that serious." He says running to catch up to me. "When are you gonna get some guts?" 

I stop and turn to him "I have guts." I point to my stomach. "Right here."

Taylor turns away from, rolling his, eyes, and leaving me to follow behind him.

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