Corrupted (Ghost X Toast)

Chapter 5

They made their way down the hallway, finding their way into the old courtyard. Vines, both dead and alive, climbed up the walls and wrapped around columns. Ghost let out a shaky breath as he kept at his steady walking pace. Toast made everyone stick together as Spooker looked down at the mangled mess of bones laying in the emptied pond with a fountain in the center.

Ghost kept quiet, leading the pack before letting out a small sigh.

"You went to school here?" Colon spoke up as the small boy nodded. He didn't speak up, though. He didn't really want to explain his backstory.

Not yet.

"When did all this happen, if you don't mind me asking?" Toast spoke up as Ghost froze where he stood. He didn't know how to tell them. Let alone, how they would react to him telling them.

"C-Can I show you something?" Ghost softly whispered, looking down at the scuffed up dirt and other plants that were showing up through the cracked cement.

The other three men nodded, desperate to get more information about what had happened to this place. And this boy was just the plug they needed to get that information.

Ghost led them back inside through a different doorway, taking them through the dark hallways that were pitch black. Each man got out his flashlight, shining their beams of light down the halls. Some lockers were dented and majority of them had long strands of scratch marks going horizontal across the steel doors.

He turned into a classroom with a warn down wooden door, making Jimmy snicker from the back of Ghost's mind. Ghost tried to swallow back all of his fear, but it wasn't appearing to work for him.

He grabbed the frigid metal handle, pushing the door open as the four all walked in. On a plastic plate next to the door, the name 'Mr. Green' was printed in white letters.

"I was here..." Ghost whispered as the other boy's eyes widened. Ghost was pointing down at the cabinets, seeing that they all smelled horrid and he was pointing to the one open one, which appeared empty. The other cabinets were chained shut, proving that whoever did this killed these kids by leaving them in there to starve to death.

Toast carefully approached a chained up cabinet, grabbing his pistol off of his belt and shooting the chain in two, quickly pulling it open as the others saw the dead body of what looked to be a small child.

No scratches. No wounds.

  These were kids who were starved to death and left to suffer in sheer and agonizing pain while listening to the screams of the other dying souls around them. And they only looked to be about seven when they were alive. Ghost is about twenty-three now, meaning that these kids have been dead for about sixteen years. 

  The cabinets reeked of death, making each individual pinch his nose to attempt to block out the rancid stench, yet it didn't seem to help. 

"Man! I just love looking back and admiring my work! Didn't we do great?!" Jimmy celebrated in the back of Ghost's mind as Ghost felt his mind pause for a moment. 

"What do you mean 'we'?" Ghost asked the serial killer in his brain. And Ghost words managed to make the serial killer fall silent. He refused to speak now. 

  Ghost began to get clammy, scared as to what had given the killer this pause. Because, if the serial killer was afraid, he felt that he had the right to be. 

"Well, look who's been snooping around..." A voice like a snake hissed as the four boy's heads whipped around towards the doorway. Ghost's eyes widened at the scene. Toast's did the same. 

  There stood the ghost of Maxwell Acachalla, one of Johnny Ghost's three main bullies.