Blood is everywhere and your once living, beloved birdie's soul has perished along with the Andy that had visited earlier. Sobs escape your throat as you kneel over Sugarplum.
"I'm so sorry" You say, but you know that he doesn't hear you. Intestines are starting to seep out of him, when you catch a glimpse of something that looks like his heart. You stuff your hand inside and grab it. It's slippery in your grasp and it feels like jello. You wonder if it tastes like jello too. You give it a small licking, staining your tongue red with blood. Nope it tastes like the dressing that your nana uses on her herbed jerky. You wipe your hands on the wall and crawl back into bed trying to deny the fact that Sugarplums gone. In a couple seconds you accept it and decide to go to sleep again.
It's almost morning when you're waked by a deep sound coming from downstairs. It frightens you but you know you have a pouch near your bed that's filled with protective weapons. You grab it and lie down on the railing of your staircase, slowly scooting down. You get to the bottom and peak around the edge. Sniffing at the air you sense the presence of a giant sea turtle, like the one you had seen at the aquarium the previous day. You slide off the railing onto your feet and turn on your portable lamp. In the hall where you stand all of the doors are shut except for the one leading to the yoga room.
"Hello?" You whisper. A quiet but noticeable deep voice responds from the darkness. It sounds like it's repeating something over and over again. Maybe some sort of chant.
I tried to save you
But let you drink the pain...
A final song now we both know.
So I'm not givin' up
Won't let you suffocate me
You find your hell is home
You tiptoe closer to the room, your portable lamp ready in your right hand and your weapon pouch in your left. Your head peaks in right after your extended arm holding the light. You look left to right scanning the room. First, it looks completely normal but then you notice it. Your yoga ball has a strangely shaped shadow peeking out from behind it.
"Show yourself!" You say, tossing your pouch at it. The Baggie hits the yoga ball with a soft thud and lands on the floor. You scooch closer. Just as you're reaching out to move the ball, it scampers out. A Beautiful creature on all fours gets up Ánd wriggles itself out of the room. It's Andy Biersack. He's in your house again!
"Andy!!!" You yell out with glee. It looks at you for a slight second before scampering out of the room and down into the cellar. You follow it and run down the cellar stairs as fast as you can but its no longer in your sight.
"Andyyyyyyy..." You say. "Come out cum out wherever you are..." You peak under every box and shelf, revealing only the cobwebs that have been strung there for months. Just as you open the washing machine there's a huge bang from upstairs. It sounds like your antique bowling pin has fallen off the coffee table.
"My bowlingggaiahc pinnnagquqg!!!" You cry out, hurrying up the stairs. When you get to the top you try to twist the knob as aggressively as you can, but the doors locked. Your portable lamp begins to flicker until it dies down like melting fairy.
"Uh oh" you say.
You hear the washing machines engine start up and the refibloerator cap slam open and shut. The deep chanting continues getting louder by the second.
So I'm not givin' up
Won't let you suffocate me
You find your hell is home
That's when you're slammed with the harsh realization that your house is haunted by an Andy Biersack.
