*note: i changed the dates, it's 2013, not 2010. sorry, i got a little confused and i did my math wrong, hehe.
October 29th, 2013 at 11:43pm (afternoon)
Oregon, Ohio
"Mom, dad...why are we here?" Josh asked, looking out the car window, towards the old wooden house that belongs to his grandparents. He hated being here. Don't get him wrong though, he loves Oregon. It's always been a pretty peaceful and beautiful town to him; he just hated his grandparents' house. "You're going to stay with your grandparents for a little while, while me and your dad go on a business trip," his mom said. "Why can't I stay with my brother?"
"He's busy with college, Josh," his dad stated.
"But—but what about my sister?"
"She's busy, too...I'm sorry, Josh. We know you don't like it here, but it's what we got for now. Don't worry, we'll be back soon," his mom said, sympathetically, caressing his cheek.
Josh could tell his parents were lying, but he couldn't say anything about it; they'd scold him. He honestly hated having to suck up his family's crap, he was so tired of it. He's had to take this for years now...
He sighed as he stepped out of the car. With the help of his dad, he took out his two duffel bags, filled with a few of his belongings, out of the trunk. His parents bided him goodbye, but Josh didn't acknowledge them, he just kept walking with the heavy bags on his shoulders.
He knocked on the old house's door, swallowing hard when he heard his parents' car driving away and a "Coming!" from inside. This was going to be a long time...
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October 30th, 2013 at 10:46pm (night)
Oregon, Ohio
It's been two days (including the 29th), and Josh was starting to lose his mind. Voices; voices everywhere from the great beyond, a beyond that Josh would not like to know of. They were everywhere, they surrounded the red-haired fifteen year-old, soon to be sixteen. His birthday was tomorrow, and he didn't want to go completely insane before it.
His grandparents have been a complete pain to him, especially his grandfather. His grandmother tried her best to be nice to Josh, and make her husband behave, but it all was so forced. He hated it.
Maybe his grandmother had some sympathy for him, the odd-child out, but his grandpa did not. He was ruthless and awful with Josh. He seriously wished he could just die now. This was worse than the bullying back home.
And Blurry hasn't been exactly kind to Josh these few days either, ever since their encounter in Josh's dream, when he had blacked out that day with the Ouija board. (If you're wondering, the minutes Josh and blacked out, everyone went into panic. They took him upstairs to his bedroom, and Brendon cried, profusely apologizing. Josh's parents never found out about the whole incident, because he had woken up once they arrived home.)
Blurry's been tormenting Josh this whole time; giving him gruesome images, jump-scares, bringing back old memories that brought pain to him, and making him feel both mental and physical pain. It was absolute hell, and Josh doesn't understand how he's not dead yet. But, whatever. Whatever.
The thing is though, it's not whatever, it's this is really bothering me and I wish I could die but I also don't but this is horrible and it gets worse as time passes especially because tomorrow is my birthday. So, it's important, it's drastic, but Josh can't really do anything about it. And oddly, this whole purgatory from the evil spirit has gotten worse, as well, because he's in his grandparents' house. Things just never seem to add up, and it's confusing Josh a lot.
But Josh went back to where and how he had met Blurry, seen his past, gotten to know his story; the reason to his death. He went back to that, and tried to add the pieces, construct the puzzle. Why were they murdered, and that way? Who was behind the murder? Had the murderers ever been caught? He asked himself the who's, the what's, and the why's involving the mystery.
With all these questions revolving around Josh's head, he did what anyone else would; research. He opened his laptop and began typing down on the Google search bar 'murders in columbus, ohio', when his grandfather came in. Perfect timing.
"What the hell are you doing on your computer at this hour?" the old man grunted. He just had to be in a bad mood. Josh sighed and closed his MacBook, setting it aside. He ran a hand through his mohawk before answering. "Nothing. Just some homework."
"Better be."
With that, the disgruntled old man left. Josh just sat there on the bed with a confused face. He scoffed, grabbed his laptop, and opened it, setting it on his lap. He hit the enter key.
Thousands of results popped up, and Josh bets he's going to end up looking through each and every one of them. The voices that have been taunting him grew louder or became silent by each different article he read. As if this were a game of hot and cold.
He used this as clues, and saved all the articles in which the voices intensified with as he read them. This was starting to get intriguing. Josh thinks even Blurry's intrigued, because he has grown oddly silent the minute Josh started to ask himself questions about the phantom's death, as if he could read his mind—which he probably could, who knows?
"What are you doing?" the voice, that one soft, yet menacing, voice that Josh had heard in that nightmarish world, asked in a whisper. Josh froze immediately, and sat up straight. "I-I'm just doing some research," he replied. He hoped he didn't make him angry...
"Why?"
"Because...because I need to know. I need answers to this whole mystery. And I can't ask you anything about your death because you don't even have an idea about it."
Blurry became quiet at this because he was right. Josh was right, he didn't have any such clues as to his murder. He had one, though. But he doesn't think it would be completely useful. Because that one clue is Josh. He doesn't know why or how, he just does, he just knows it's Josh.
Josh was scared. Scared that he had angered Blurry with his sudden statement. Oh God, if he—
"You're right. I don't have any ideas or clues regarding my death; my dreaded murder. But I want to know one thing..."
Josh swallowed hard. "Y-yeah?" This was so weird. He was having a conversation with his tormentor. This was definitely not normal.
"Are you only doing this just to ease your thoughts and feed your curiosity, or are you doing it to help?"
Josh became quiet.
a/n: this is the longest chapter i've written so far omg (sorry for any typos)
oh and please read my joshler (josh dun/tyler joseph) one shot titled Marry Me? !! it would mean a lot!
