The Crew's Horror Story

The Father

Molly's POV

Lefty was safely out, why spencer didn't leave, I don't know. As we ran downstairs I saw something out of the corner of my eye that I chose for the time being to ignore. It looked like a man, or what was left of one. Kind of like a zombie of some sort but I knew it was a ghost because it looked more like a very detailed shadow than a person. We got downstairs to find Mercy on the floor gasping for air and tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Spencer knelt down next to her, "Wh- what happened?"

"M-my daddy ca-came down here..." she sputtered, "tried to k-kill Mercy... I had to use my tool... It wasn't at full power so Mercy will live... but unless you kill daddy soon... she might not... I can't escape her vessel until she dies or my murder's spirit is destroyed."

I took the tool out of Mercy's hand, "Is there a place where we can put you until I get this bastard killed? Somewhere you will both be safe and out of the way of this?"

Cara and I picked up Mercy and carried her up to Elizabeth's old room. She said that her dad wouldn't go in there, too many terrible memories filled with guilt, well yeah obviously he was a murderer and a drunk. When we got up to the room, we set her down on the floor.

"Stay here," Cara said, "We will come get you once he is destroyed."

"Okay, I'll scream if he comes near us again."

We left the room and closed the door, I had the weapon in my left hand, thumb on the button, Cara had a rusted knife she found in the kitchen, how that could possibly help, I don't know but she liked knives, daggers, and swords, maybe she just felt safer with it. We creeped around the house, Spencer was shaking between Cara and I but he stood tall, pretending to be brave. We peered out the back window, it had to have been at least 1:00 am at this point but I wasn't even tired, my adrenalin pumping, my heart pounding, my mind focused on the task at hand, saving one of my best friends.

Cara gasped and we all stopped walking, turning to look where her wide eyes were frozen. Him. The evil man who called himself a father, hovering a foot off the ground, eyes glowing a dark crimson like the hot coals of a dying fire. He was hurt but angry. I held the weapon out, Cara held her knife, Sponk shined the flashlight we were his only defence.

The man, he laughed, it sounded like evil thunder booming. It sounded like Zeus was right in front of us, conjuring a storm fierce enough to rip apart the entire planet. He looked down at us, gruesome face decaying, sharp fangs bearing, and dark eyes staring at all of us like we were a Happy Meal. He took no interest in Sponk his eyes flicked between Cara and I. He moved closer to us, we backed up until we were up against the wall and had nowhere to escape. He flicked his rotting fingers and Cara's knife flew out of her hand, she was shaking but only slightly, she knew what could happen any second. He could kill her as easily as he made the knife leave her hand. I knew that if I didn't use the thing in my hand we would all be dead, but something in my head was telling me not to try it, that it would kill Mercy even though she was upstairs. Sponk tried to stand up to him with a piece of glass he found, his hand covered in his own blood from picking up the glass. The man grabbed Sponk by the forearm and threw him to the other side of the room they were in. He then lunged toward me, but Cara jumped between us. I blacked out after I felt a sharp pain on my left wrist and Elizabeth's weapon falling to the ground.

Okay sorry it's on the shorter side, but more is coming, I promise! Enjoy!

~Molly and Cara