The Tunnels (pt 1)

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Morgan's POV

Me and my friends and family always go to the annual carnival in sleepy hollow. It's a huge fair that consists of rides, food, and other carnival game-like-stuff.

Me and my sister and my dad were walking to go find something to do that we all enjoyed. And as you can guess, it wasn't easy.

But while I was walking I felt a small amount of weight being dropped onto my shoulders and a whisper in my ear. I felt my knees go weak and my body paralyze. But the weirdest thing was, I let it happen. I mean I didn't know what was happening but I felt as if someone else was directing my body towards something, like they were in control.

I did my best to keep my eyes and ears open, but what I heard is what scares me the most. Faintly, I could make out voices of my family screaming in for me. Couldn't they see me? Why couldn't they just follow me? My questions were soon answered when both my sister and dad jogged up to keep in pace with me.

They looked to see my face and, I-I I, let's just say I didn't look like what they expected. I was completely pulled into deviation when they told me I was the wrong person. How could my family forget me you ask? Well, they didn't. Whatever force that was compelling me towards this building made whatever I looked like utterly different from the girl they were looking for.

I tried screaming out to them, alarms going off in my head, voices telling me that it was over. When I had finally mustered up all of my power, I opened my mouth to inhaled a large breath and whisper, "please".

It felt as soon as those words left my mouth, I could never stop hearing it, so I did it again. "Please", and again,"please". Until i was full on screeching for their attention. And boy did they hear me. "Morgan?!?" My dad and sister said identically.

From the corner of my eye I could see them running towards me getting yet another good look at my face. Only this time, recognizing me. I guess it finally wanted them to see me. Hopefully it wasn't a trap.

At this point I was staggering threw old wooden doors of what looked like an 'abandoned house'. And all the stuff inside even looked like props. I looked around at the old furniture and internally laughed at the swamp like decorations. I, or should I say it, made me wait up for my family to arrive at the creepy building. Immediately after all of us stepped inside, I noticed the door moving on its own about to close. I screamed, "wait!!". But it was to late, the door had already slammed shut. Following after almost tons of locks scattering across the frame, went into place, one by one, locking the door shut.

We tried our best to stay calm but it was obvious my dad was freaking out, taking whatever he could find to smash the door open when suddenly a voice boomed throught the place. "Welcome humans. I'm glad to see visitors atlas. Oh and thank you Darwin but you can let go of the girl now." The big scary voice said. I felt a coldness shiver down my spine as I realized that I was 'the girl'. But righ as realization had swept over my I was hit with a anther coldness, this time it was loneliness. It was now just me, alone in this brain. No one also to control me. Just me.

The ghost suddenly became visible. He had long skinny legs that reminded me of noodle in a way, (mostly because his legs were glitchy and wobbly). He had pale skin and piercing blue eyes with blonde hair that was up in a quiff.
He was wearing black skinny jeans and this shirt that had a wears yellow smiley face on it. But what scares me most of all, was there was a huge chunk taken out of his right shoulder. It almost looked like bite marks surrounding the gap. That's when I did a double take and noticed his face as all patched up and he had a black eye and busted lips, but anyone could see the faint smirk that hat was beginning to play on them. "Take a picture it'll last longer" I hear being whispered into my brain. It's a mans voice. I start to tremble when I realize he's talking to me in my head.

I quickly look away from him only for my eyes to fly into a wooden door all the way in the back of the room. From the door, a sign hanging off of it read, 'the tunnels'.

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