Who's next? || 5sos horror story

Twenty-one

Luke's POV

I watched from behind Michael and Calum as Ashton walked over to us with a blank expression plastered on his face.

I didn't think much of it but when my eyes landed on what he was holding in his hands, my heart nearly popped out of my chest.

Ashton was holding a knife and he was walking straight toward us.

I grabbed onto calums shirt, catching his attention, and shakily pointed at Ashtons Hands. Calum's eyes nearly bulged out of his school when his brown eyes landed on the sharp knife.

I nearly passed out when Ashton stopped in front of us and stared down at them with evil eyes.

This Ashton didn't look like the Ashton I used to know.

His hair was a disheveled mess, his cheek bones stuck out of his skull, dark circles covered his eyes, and he was quite pale.

This Terrified me, well everyone.

I whimpered as I scrambled as far away from Ashton as I could until my back hit the wall.

I stared into Ashton's dark hazel eyes and furrowed my eyebrows when I noticed a tear slide down his cheek and his hands began to shake.

I watched as the knife clattered to the ground and Ashton's body began to tremble and twitch.

"G-G-gu-guys get o-o-out of h-h-here!" Ashton squeaked out before his eyes closed and his body slumped to the floor.

"Ashton!" I screamed as I crawled up to my ghost best friend.

Why is he passed out? Ghosts aren't supposed to pass out! Right? This is bad, this is really bad.

I laid his head on my knee and brushed some of his hair off his sweaty forehead revealing his bony features.

I pressed my ear against his chest and began to panic when not feeling him breathing or his heart beat.

Are ghosts supposed to breath or have a heartbeat?

"Guys!" I choked.

Calum and Michael crawled up to me and Ashton. "What's wrong? Is he okay?" Calum asked as he shakily put his hand against Ashton's forehead.

"Are ghosts supposed to b-breathe or have a heart b-beat?" I asked.

Michael furrowed his eyebrows as his green eyes met my blue ones. "Y-yeah whenever Dylan's around me I could see his chest rising and falling meaning he is breathing, why?"

My eyes widened and a gasp left my lips. "He's dead, a-again,"

A choked sob left Michael and Calum's lips as they stared down at their friend.

"What if this time he d-doesn't turn back I-into a ghost?" Calum asked.

I sighed. "I don't-"

"NO!"

All of our heads snapped toward the entrance of the room. There stood Dylan looking more angry than sad that Ashton is dead.

"Why the hell are you doing here?" Michael asked standing up and approaching the short brown haired boy.

Before Michael could strangle the man Dylan swung his arm forward causing a large wind to blow at Michael, making him shriek and fly straight into the wall.