3:07 a.m ☠ malik

04

Batshit

(( Zayn's Perspective ))

Ginger, Silvanna, Luke, and I were unpacking the clothing from our bags and putting them into the bedrooms. We decided to stay here an extra two days in the neighborhood, only because it was such a nice and peaceful place. Leaving the city's drama every weekend is just what one needs.

Speaking of drama, I wondered where Fawn went. She was here with us, but she quickly excused herself and said she needed time alone . . . so she took a walk. It has been an hour, and she said she'd be back in less than twenty minutes.

"Where the hell is Fawn?" Silvanna asked, frowning as she scratched her head.

"I was just about to ask that," I stated, concern evident in my tone.

On cue, Fawn bursted through the door, panting and sweating like a dog, which startled all of us, especially me.

"Are you okay?" I quickly asked, rushing over to her aid. I peered out of the door's frame for a spare second. No one's there. Why does it look as if she's been running a marathon?

"I . . . I saw something," she wheezed, stuggling to catch her breath.

I glanced over at the rest of my friends, confusion etched onto all of their expressions.

"Come," I gently took her hand and sat her on the couch, her eyes widened and the sweat trickling down her shiny forehead.

"Can you explain?" Silvanna asked, sitting down on the couch, too.

"You won't believe me," Fawn's voice quivered. She shuddered and closed her eyes.

"Try me . . . us," Silvanna crossed her arms. I really hope nothing happened, and that maybe she just overreacted. 

"I went for a walk," Fawn began, still shaking. "And there was this yard sale. T-this man was there, and I followed him into the garage because I saw these necklaces I really liked . . . and I came upon this board game-like box with herbs and stuff surrounding it. Then he came and told me that they kept ghosts away. He told me this story about losing his friend . . . " she paused. "And how he wanted to contact him. He said he saw and heard ghosts, and then he fell down, out of fucking nowhere. He was pointing at something behind me while I dialed the police. When I turned around, there was . . . there was," she stopped, her eyes wide as ever. The speculation of what she was going to say at the end wasn't in need of being clarified. 

We all stared at her, Luke with a look on his face as if he were hoping that she was just bullshitting us.

"I heard someone whisper my real name back at the apartment," she added in a low whisper. I couldn't believe a word she was saying.

She looked so frightened, out of her mind, and flat out scared. Did she see a ghost? Did she really?

"That can't be possible," Luke retorted. "Maybe it was just a shadow."

Fawn gradually angled her head so her eyes could burn into his, pique lucid on her complexion.

"You guys don't believe me. You think I'm crazy!" she yelled, balling up her fists. "I know what I saw, and unless you guys know for sure, don't tell me otherwise!"

Complete and utter silence fell upon all of us, her shouts of protest sinking into our minds. Meanwhile, it appeared as if Luke was contemplating to add to his rather cocky query.

"What if it's a side-effect?" Luke continued. "You know, after losing someone?"

Fawn stood to her feet, rage evident in her facial expression. "Don't talk shit," she hissed at him. "Don't fucking talk shit about my loss!"

She screamed, and cursed, and eventually attacked Luke in the most feminine way possible. We pulled her away, her heavy-breathing body shaking. She stuck the finger, and then stormed the fuck off.

***

In the Opposition of Punctual...

(( Fawn's Perspective ))

I rolled over, moaning in the duration of the slumber-waking action. I could of sworn that I just heard a faint noise in the background, but the desire for sleep was so overpowering that I ignored it and made an attempt to doze back to sleep.

It was probably just the sound of the old, gusty oak trees swaying outside. I rolled over again. The knock that I previously heard rumbled into my ears, and this time, my eyes shot open.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes and glancing around the dark room. "Zayn," I nudged my boyfriend, who was busy in his own siesta. "Zayn, wake up."

He didn't budge. Instead, a faint and rather mocking snore fell from his slightly agape lips. I sighed, shaking him once again, no success following my actions. I hated the fact that he was a heavy sleeper, and I actually even envied it, too.

I slid from the bed, putting my slippers on and leaving the bedroom afterwards.

"Hello?" I asked lowly, trying to navigate through the dark hallway. I turned on the lights, it somewhat flickering. Why the fuck am I even awake?

The sounds of three, paced knocks echoed in my ears. I jumped, my heart beating faster and faster as I approached the door, where I at least thought the eerie sound was coming from.

I felt like someone was behind me, so I quickly turned around, finding nothing but the structure of the house and it's furniture, followed by the darkness of the night and the faint light from the full moon.

I stepped closer to the door, my hand now reaching for the knob. It was dead silent as I opened the door and it creaked.

No one was there. I fucking knew it. It was just me.

As I turned and closed the door, the sound of cardboard scraping the cement just outside filled the air. I turned around, and then I saw it.

I stared at the encasement in fear, my breathing heavy and my eyes widening.

There, before my eyes, laid the Ouija Board.