Marilyn's POV:
"Wait, I know this place... why are we here?" Marcel had ask as we stepped into the woods Harry had died in.
We went forward and forward until we can see a well. The well that Harry died in. I shouldn't have brought Marcel here because it will remain him bad memories, but I needed to anyway. Not once had I seen Harry ever since we walked foot into these woods. Where is he? And what had he done to Zayn and Louis? I hope it wasn't something bad he did.
"Harry had died here didn't he?" I mentioned as we walked further
"Somewhere here"
"The well.... where is it? Do you know?" he looked stunned it seem like he didn't want to say anything because what I had just said
"Wow, great place to come to" Harry appeared next to us his arms crossed and his words most likely sarcasm.
"Marcel he's here" hope he believes
"oohh right" He said sounding unrealistic
"Why the hell are you two here?"
"Where's the well?"
"The what? How di-"
"Just show us the well" I said bitterly
The only difference I found about Harry and Marcel is that one is alive and the other is dead. Because it seem that the two are really stubborn and thats the thing about them, if the both are hard to handle, you just can't give up on them. Marcel may not see me as his friend anymore but I will always look out for him, even it means going through trouble. The looks Harry had giving me during our forward adventure to the well has made me even proud that he has listen to me. But if he had given us the wrong direction i will murderer him. Twice.
"Here" harry finally spoked
He pointed towards a well that seem 50 years old or more than that. It was white but dirt and leaves were covering it, and it was about 7 inches tall. As i stepped closer I looked back at Marcel his face showed sadness he just stayed back and left me going. Harry just looked at Marcel and giving me glares. I looked down the well it was dark and deep. No light no anything just pitch dark.
I touched the well myself and once I did a vision occurred.
Vision:
"Guys just get me outta here quick" a voice screamed the voice it was Harry
"Nah ah Styles remember at least 4 minutes int here" another voice said but it was different i looked up and it was Zayn and Louis who were there
What the hell? I could suddenly feel like I'm Harry for some sort of reason. I looked down and felt I was tyed to rope around my waist. I try crawling up the wall but failed miserably. And that's when the rope started to get loose.
"Guys!" I yelled
"Zayn! Get him up!" Louis shouted as the rope started to be pulled up a little by his strength
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Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**
Fiksi PenggemarFamily is one thing, but when it comes to spirits, this girl is ready to face them all. All except one. "The dead are talking and she's listening" [MARCEL fanfic]
