Ghost

Chapter 4

How do you even react to the girl you liked dying? In my case, it was standing there staring blankly at the wall. If I thought about it before this situation, I'd probably say I'd lock myself in my room and cry. But nope. Just staring. But then I was brought back to reality. And in reality, Celia was being insanely mature for a 22 year old who'd drunk four cans of beer in the last two hours.

"Mel, call the police. The rest of you go outside and wait by my car." She ordered before approaching Holly's corpse and checking her pulse. Celia sighed and carefully placed Holly's wrist back on the ground, which answered the question that was stuck in my head.

Holly was, in fact, dead.

I moved downstairs with everyone else, but we were greeted with an unpleasant surprise.

The front door, our only exit had been blocked by a heaping pile of furniture that had been stacked to the roof.

"What the hell?" Alec muttered.

"Did she do this?" Claire asked quietly, her eyes wide with fear.

"No way." Alec replied, "she's tiny. She couldn't have moved all this furniture."

Alec tried moving one of the objects but it wouldn't budge.

"Dammit, why the hell won't it move?"

"Probably cuz it's underneath a bunch of heavy stuff." Mel said, peeking in from the living room.

"Did you call the police?" I asked, ignoring the annoyed glare Alec gave Mel for her smart-ass comment.

"Yeaah... About that..." Mel beckoned all of us to follow her.

The living room was a mess. Just like it was when we were in it. Except, besides the beer cans and pizza boxes, there was a new addition to the things littering the floor. Which was the smashed-up shards of our cell phones. They were littered all over the ground as if in some kind of pattern.

"Damn it." Gabriel muttered. Then he marched his way over to the window, trying to pry the nailed down boards off of it. They didn't budge either.

"Any luck?" Celia asked as she entered the living room then she cursed to herself after seeing the bits of phone lying everywhere.

Celia sighed again, skimming her eyes around the room before focusing on us again.

"Okay," she began. "All of us are going to look for another way out. We'll figure out what to do from there, got it?"

All of us nodded.

"None of us are going to split up though, understood? If she comes back, we don't want to be separated."

We all began to look around the hallway, trying to find any means possible to escape. Although none of us had our hopes up, if there was an exit it was unlikely the girl would let us go through it.

"Come look at this!" Called Mel, gesturing at what appeared to be a giant pile of smashed up wood.

"What do you think it is?" I asked.

"It looks like a piano." Alec said.

If it was a piano before, it didn't look very usable now. It was mostly just wreckage. Even the smaller ivory keys were smashed into bits. It was like the piano had been hit by a plane.

"Lets check this room for an exit." Celia said, stepping over the chunks of wood and entering the room beside them.

Once we got inside, we realized that was a mistake.

The room was in general just haunting, something you'd see in your nightmares. There was words written in faded chalk all over the walls. They were incomprehensible, except for a few bolder ones. The word kill was particularly darkened, as if someone had gone over it hundreds of times.

There was a torn up carpet curled up on the floor. And I mean really torn up. Paper shredder torn up. It was pretty close to the door, so I had a feeling it had been dragged along with the smashed up piano.

Finally, there was the crying.

You could barely hear it. It could've been my imagination, but the expressions on everyone else's faces told me it wasn't. It was a faint sound, you could tell by the high pitched sobs that it was a girls. The crying just went on and on like an echoing whisper, it felt sad somehow. Although that doesn't even begin to explain it.

It was pretty clear there wasn't an exit here, boards were nailed over the windows like everywhere else and there were no doors other than the entrance, but we all couldn't bring ourselves to leave. It was like something in that room was attracting us, we just couldn't figure out what.

"Let's go back to the living room." Celia said after a couple forevers of silence. It was clear she'd come to the same conclusion as all of us.

There were no exits.