Chapter 3: "Lost and Afraid"

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Jerome's P.O.V

I sat up and looked at the clock. 4:29 in the afternoon.
I scratched my head. "Is it over.."
"Pretty sure, I mean your in your bed in your house, so.."
"Mitch?! What are you doing here?!"
"Like I said earlier, the door was unlocked."
Note to self: lock the door
I jumped out of bed.
"How'd your first night go?" Mitch asked me.
"Good, I guess, I mean, Tyler was moving around..."
"Of course he was."
"No, I'm serious!"
"Whatever.."
I shook my head and headed downstairs, Mitch trailing behind me like a puppy.
"Anything else, other than Tyler supposedly 'moving', happen?" Mitch asked.
"Uhm, well, there was this really loud guy who left a message for me.."
"Mark? Oh, I got actual phone calls, not messages."
"So?"
"I guess he just likes me better!"
"Whatever.."

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3rd P.O.V
The creepy figure continued to stalk Jerome through the night, keeping a keen eye on the boy with the Bacca beanie.
A translucent figure appeared behind the creepy guy, and stared accusingly at him until he noticed.
"Gah! What are yous doings here?!" The creepy guy shouted.
The figure replied in a multi-tone voice. "Because I died here. I can't leave."
"Oh, rights.."
An eerie silence stretched between the two.
"Wells, I leaves now." With that, the creepy figure stalked off, seemingly evaporating into the darkness.

Jerome had missed the whole conversation, for he was far too busy panicking over Tyler moving.
Maybe he shouldn't have missed it....

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HAHAH THIS TOOK TOO LONG GAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ahem.
Thanks for reading.
Bai.
~Springers 🐰

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