Crook A Jeff the Killer story.

A Haunting in Fremont.

Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of activity but stuff happened. So here's the next chapter!

A couple weeks later, we were all in routine. Get up, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, do homework, repeat fifty thousand times. All the snow melted but the cold stayed behind. One month though, was just weird. This is what happened.

"Hey Jeff were you knocking on my door?" Jenn asked me before school.

"No. Why?" I asked.

"I thought I heard you talking and then there was a knock on my door. I opened it and there was no one there." She furrowed her brows.

"Ooooo maybe it's a ghost!" I said jokingly. Jenn rolled her eyes.

"Sure Jeff. My house is haunted."

We had no idea just how right she was. Even if she didn't even know it. After that things just got weirder. Sometimes I would leave a door shut and when I come back it's open. Now these are very heavy doors so it couldn't have just opened on it's own. And the other thing was that nobody would be in the house in the time that happened. Similar things were happening to the others too. Ben swore he heard a scream coming from Jenn's little brother's room. When nobody was in it.

"Well all these things can't be a coincidence, we've got a ghost on our hands." Toby nodded and stood like a professor.

"Should I call Ghost Busters?" Jenn raised an eyebrow, "Cause I don't think we have 'ghost'. Well unless you count Ben."

"She speaks the truth. About the me being a ghost thing." Ben sat upside down on the couch. Normally how I would sit but I can't argue with it.

"Say there IS a ghost, then how would we deal with it?" Masky leaned in the back of the couch.

"Great question me amigo!" Toby exclaimed, " We shalt do an exorcism!"

"A what?" Jenn, Masky, Ben, and I asked in unison.

"An exorcism is when you drive out a spirit. It can be complicated but most of the time it's not." Hoodie explained. He seemingly appeared right next to Masky. Masky doesn't seem to react to it but I guess he's just gotten used to it by now.

"Oh. How do we do one?" Ben asked. Jenn face palmed.

"Well, first we need to know who the spirit is." Hoodie told us.

"Anyone a psychic?" Jenn looked around. We all shook our heads. Just then there were footsteps coming down the stairs. Everyone was downstairs.

"What. Is. That?" Masky asked.

"Could be an intruder! C'mon!" I sneaked along the wall until I was in sight of the stairs. There was still the distinct sound of footsteps yet I could see nothing, "There's nothing there." I turned to leave the room when something caught my eye. That small shadow I saw the first night with Jenn. Masky apparently saw it too because he took out a camera and took a picture of it. Jenn peered over his shoulder.

"Okay. We have a ghost." She admitted sheepishly. Toby looked at her with a triumphant look on his face, "Okay how do we figure out who it is?"

"A ouija board?" I suggested.

"NO!" Hoodie and Jenn shouted.

"Those things are dangerous. You don't know what they can do!" Jenn put her hands on her hips and gave me a look.

"How do you know? Have you used one?" Toby asked excitedly.

"I walked in on my parents using it several times. After that crazy stuff happened. Then they burned the thing. In the backyard too." She turned back towards where the small shadow thing had been. There were three scratches on the wall.

"Where in the backyard?" Ben was sitting normally now. Jenn waved the air like she was waving off the question as she examined the scratches on the wall

"Masky camera, now." Masky gave Jenn the camera. Jenn snapped a picture of the scratches.

Jenn motioned for everyone to follow her. Without hesitation I obeyed. She opened the basement door (which we weren't allowed down there for some reason) and began walking down the steps.

There was a giant flat screen TV surrounded by littler ones filled an entire wall. An table with keyboards ran the length of the TVs. One room was filled with boxes. And there was a X-box 360 with a kinect. I thought Ben was going to swoon.

"Why is this in your basement?" I asked.

"My dad was preparing for the zombie apocalypse." Jenn stated as she plugged the camera into a computer. The image of the three scratches on the wall appeared on the screen. She zoomed in on them, " By looking at how close together these are we can maybe get an estimate on how old the spirit is. They were low so I would guess a child."

"But I looked up the records of the house and there was no mention of any child dying in or around this property." Hoodie crossed his arms over his chest. Jenn got this devious look on her face.

"Oh yes there has."

"When?" Hoodie asked how a kid would ask someone if they were trying to prove them wrong, which he was.

"Two years ago. When I murdered my mother, father, AND," Jenn hit a key and the face of a little boy took up the main screen, "my little brother."

The boy on the screen had brown hair, blue eyes, and a wide smile. He was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans. The kid looked no older than eight or nine.

"So you think you little brother is haunting the house." Masky asked mockingly.

"No. I think someTHING is trying to get us to think it's him. This is a characteristic of," Another pushing of keys and a paranormal type website appeared, "Demons."

"There's a demon in our house?" Toby stood still (except for the twitching of course).

"It's not official. Just on step closer to identifying teh ghostie." Jenn drummed her fingers together.

"Ghostie?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Ah shut up." She blushed a bit. I laughed and went upstairs. Soon everybody followed. Jenn and Ben went upstairs to find more tech for downstairs, Masky and Hoodie went upstairs to get away us all, and Toby and I stayed in the living room watching Castle. Yes I watch cop shows. They're funny.

Jenn and Ben made several trips downstairs then back upstairs. Jenn would occasional stop, see that we were halfway through an episode and ask, "What was the murder?". Then we would tell her and she would walk off saying how she could do better and that people who used guns were wussies. And that's how that afternoon went. No more ghost encounters.

But the next week, something different happened. It didn't have anything to do with the ghost and to be honest I kind of wish it did.

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Text from A to HMS

Hoax a success they are completely unaware. Let's strike next week.