Beyond (Niall Horan) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Two

I thought this plotline might be...interesting (x lets see how it turns out, shall we? (:

Mariana's POV

"Mom, can you please tell Mariana that ghosts aren't real?!" Eric demanded as I followed him downstairs sometime after I read the article about our soon-to-be new home supposedly being 'haunted.'

"What's all this talk about ghosts?" Mom asked curiously as I followed my brother into the living room. We even caused Dad to look up from packing and throw us a curious look.

"Ghosts?" Dad asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Mariana found this stupid article about the house we're moving into online. She began reading it and according to the article, there was a bombing in the house over fifty years ago. Supposedly a boy died in the bombing and his 'ghost' still haunts the place or whatever." Eric explained, causing me to groan.

"I don't know okay? I just said it could be possible! We're not dead, we don't know what goes on in the afterlife. A nineteen year old boy could haunt the house for all we know!" I protested.

I could feel my eyes grow big as I watched Mom smile and Dad began to chuckle.

"There's no such thing as ghosts honey. There's no ghosts that haunt our new home. The only thing that haunts the house is the fact that it needs a bad makeover after the last owners of the home tried to renovate it." Mom explained, walking over to me and kissing my head, causing me to cringe in disgust.

"But-"

"I think its about time you cut back on the ghost shows, yeah?" Dad asked as he resumed his packing. "Now get back to packing! We have just three days before we leave everything in this ole place behind!"

As I walked back upstairs, back to Eric's and my room, feeling absolutely defeated, I kept playing the conversation my parents and I had just had.

My own parents didn't even believe me!

Three Days Later

"Well kids! Say goodbye!" Dad exclaimed as we all gathered in the car, ready to leave our old home behind and embrace the new. I couldn't believe how fast the three days had gone.

After saying our "goodbyes", Dad pulled out of the driveway one last time. The ride across town was spent in silence, the only sound coming from the radio that was playing softly in the background.

Finally, after about twenty minutes, we made it to our new house. We all climbed out of the car at once, viewing the home.

It was definitely a fixer upper alright.

The paint was peeling and the shutters were faded. The front porch looked like it was sagging and the front door had holes in it, clearly needing to be replaced. There were other issues with the home that I couldn't even...begin on. If I tried listing them all, it would take a good hour or so.

This was the house that my parents made me pick up and move all the way across town for? I couldn't help, but think in disgust.

I looked over at Eric and I could tell by the expression on his face, that he was thinking the exact same thing I was. We couldn't believe our parents made us move to come live in this little piece of shit.

Just then, as if going completely against my train of thought, my father dared to ask, "She's a beauty isn't she?"

"Beauty?" My brother snorted out in response. "Yeah...she's a beauty alright. If you're blind."

"Hey! Be nice! Look, I know that it might not look like the greatest place on Earth, but after a few months of renovation, we can get this place looking really nice."

"Months?!" Eric demanded, practically choking on the Sprite that he had brought from the old home.

"Now Eric, don't think you're going to get out of helping us with the place. That's one of the reasons why we even bought this house. It's a good group project! We can really bond over-"my mother was interrupted...by my brother again of course.

"We can bond over this piece of crap? Yeah...okay." Eric muttered before getting out of the car. I sighed. I knew he was pissed off, trust me, so was I, but...he had to know that there was nothing we could do about the matter. Our parents had made up their minds.

Groaning, Dad got out to follow my brother, who had run to the backyard of the house. I knew my brother was about to have a little 'chat' with my Dad and I sure as hell was glad I wasn't in Eric's position right now.

Before I could get out of the car, Mom turned to face me.

"Would you mind doing me a favor?" She asked.

"Sure," I replied, suppressing a sigh.

"There's a box in the back labelled 'Stuff.' It's full of your dad's old junk that he won't let me throw out. Would you mind taking it up to the attic for me?" She asked.

"Sure Mom."

I got out of the car and went around to the back, opening the trunk. I spotted the box immediately and took it out, gasping at how heavy it was. I wasn't expecting it to be that heavy.

What the hell did Dad have in here anyway?

I guess it didn't really matter. I shouted for Mom to close the trunk for me as I carried the box into the house, being careful on the front porch. I made it inside safely and walked upstairs, before searching for the entrance to the attic.

I went into my room, noticing a door. Curiously, I set the box down, and opened the door, hoping to God it was my own bathroom.

...It wasn't.

Instead, I found myself looking up a dark flight of stairs...to the attic.

What kind of house has the attic entrance connected to a bedroom? I asked myself, picking up the box again.

Apparently...this one.

Sighing, I took the box upstairs, flipping on a light switch as I did so. The light switch turned on one single little bulb, giving the one room attic a dim glow. I set the box down in a corner and was about to run back downstairs, the place already creeping me out, when I heard a creak, sounding like a floorboard.

It was coming from up here.

"Mom? Dad? That you?" I called out, turning around, but seeing nobody.

No answer.

"Eric?"

Still no response.

I was about to shrug it off and return downstairs, when I felt a cool air on the back of my neck, causing me to gasp and spin back around.

"Please...don't be afraid..."

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