My Voices

Chapter II

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Ever since that pivotal moment in that funeral home, I've never been the same. I see them. I hear them. They're all around me..poking at me..bothering me. I'm not sure what they want, or if they even want something from me. But whatever it is, I wish they'd leave me alone.

"Good, heavens, Liza, would you please put on something more appropriate?"

I looked down at my faded jeans and crop top. "What's wrong with this? I'm just in my room."

Ms. Busby is one of them. She lived here before I did. Died in my room. Never told me how, however. But I didn't push it either.

"Its just unseen! Please, cover that skin of yours! Its unladylike and unprofessional."

I rolled my eyes and layed back on my bed, stretching my body so more of my tummy showed. I heard her grunt in discomfort, and I felt her vanish. I peeked open one eye, and looked over:

She was gone.

Eh. Oh well. She'll be back later anyways to scare the hell out of me in the hallway or watch me pee or something. She's a watcher. She doesn't do a whole lot. Rather creepy, though.

I layed back, hoping to relax, then my phone went off, buzzing like crazy. I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Okay, so there's this house about fifteen minutes outside of town that's been condemned for unknown reasons and said to be haunted."

"Hey, I'm good, all is well, nice to hear!" I smirked and waited for her response. Classic Bella.

"No, Liza, I'm serious. This one might actually be worth checking out!"

I sit up and focus. "What makes you so sure?"

"'Cause I can feel it, Liza, just trust me."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, just how you 'felt' all those other houses?"

"Just trust me, alright?"

"Okay, Bella, I trust you."

"Thank you." Click. She hung up.

My best friend, Bella, and I, do what we like to call "house hunting," but we search only for haunted houses. Anything spooky? We're definitely there. She does it for the thrill. I asked her to join me so I wouldn't be alone.

I liked to house hunt for my own research. See what my limits really are, if I have any.

It's like making friends, only ten times more scarier.

Sometimes, I wonder what's scarier: being alone with this curse or being alone with them.