Too far gone

Feelings and words

--- Jimmy's POV ---

"If it means I can see Greg again, I'll tell, you anything."
"Oh, so that's his name. Well, you might be able to see him. I'm not exactly sure how ghost levels work yet.."
"Oh... and his name is, or, was, Gregory."
"Good to know!" She smiled and began asking me questions. The basics like 'how did he die?' and 'how old was he?' Things like that. "Okay, thanks, Jimmy.. and you said he died at your old house?" I nodded, "Yeah." "Is the house far away?" "About two or three miles...." "Oh. Well.. you think your grandparents would drive us up there?" I scoffed and then covered my mouth. I did NOT mean to do that! "I'll take that as a no..." she sighed. "We could bike there... we still have Greg's old bike in the shed. And we can always take the shortcut." "It's getting dark though. Won't we get lost?" "Pfft, nah. I know that place better than anyone! I would always take the shortcut to come and get cookies from here. Grandma would leave the cookies out for me every Friday and-.... nevermind. I doubt you want to hear about this stuff." She smiled, "No, it's fine. I don't mind." I nodded...

~~~ Le magic timeskip ~~~

We arrived at the old house about a half hour later. It was dark by then. Luckily we brought our flashlights with us so we could see. I went inside first, since it was my house. I looked around the rooms, but I saw nothing. Just then, Katrina and I heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like a very loud thud. Like something landed on the back deck. We both looked at eachother and froze. Neither of us were going to move, but we both wanted to know what the noise was. I crept to one of the vents in the floor. Greg and I used to spy on mom all the time through here. There was a random hole in the floor after I got mad once. No one qanted to fix it so we just put a left over vent ontop of it.

...... is that?? No... "It can't be...." "Huh?" "Shhh..!" I stared through the floor. "B-Box friend...?" I can't believe it. That's box friend down there. What's he doing?? Why is he still here?? And how is he.. alive?! "What is it?? What's Box Friend??" She whispered to me, but I ignored her. Then box friend looked up at me. He knew I was there. Watching him. She smiled and I smiled back. I could feel that feeling again. That feeling of energy flowing through me. Violence masked with happiness. Ohhh, I missed this feeling so much!! I wonder why it ever left?? "Jimmy?? What is it??" She could see me smiling, I'm sure. She placed her hand on my shoulder, causing me to gasp and sit up. "Jimmy?!"

"Ugh... what just.. happened?" I feel dizzy all of the sudden. I can't remember what happened a few seconds ago. "I don't know. You just... blanked out there..." Blanked out...? "Oh... weird..." "Jimmy~!" The voice caused me to freeze instantly. The feeling swelling inside me again. I felt a smile creepy across my face. I heard Katrina scream and stand up as I turned to face my old friend. "Hi, Box friend!!" "J-Jimmy, what is that?!" She grabbed onto my arm and hid behind me. "Oh. That's just my friend. His name is Box friend! You want to be his friend??"
"Jimmy that's a ghost!!"
"So?"
"He's an evil ghost!!"
"How can you tell??
"Evil ghosts look different! He's evil!!"
"... no, he's good. He's my friend!"
"NO! He's not!!"
"Jimmy, who is this?? I don't like hwer much..."
"OH! Right! Sorry Box friend. This is Katrina. She's my friend."
".... you should get rid of her."
"W-What...?"
"N-No, don't get rid of me! I like it here! In the living world!!"
"Why, Box friend?"
"Shell make you weave! And she's a meanie!!" He crossed his arms. I looked back at Katrina and she looked at me, terrified. "J-Jimmy...?" She let go and backed up. 'Get rid of her'... those words again... ugh, those words..! I dint want to get rid of her! I like her!! I don't want to! I-... ugh... the words... they won't stop... "Why won't they stop...?" I could feel myself tearing up. I couldn't think straight. Part of me was about to do the unthinkable while the other part was trying to stop it from happening.

Luckily, my brother came to save me. Like always. But it was too late by then. She was already gone.