Haunted//H.S

I Pissed Off A Ghost.

☠EDITED☠ 

Chapter 5:

Catherine's POV:

My breathing stops almost immediately, "Get out!"

"Awe, you scared?" He taunts, pouting.

"You're not real. Just a part of my imagination. I'm sure of it." I respond, almost frantically.

"Are you sure, Catherine?" His voice rings through my ears.

He's not real, he's not real.

I scrunch my eyes close and plug my ears.

He's not real.

I let my hands leave my ears before I let an eye pop open, then the other.

He's not there.

I blink once, then twice. Just to make sure.

I'm going crazy, I swear to God.

Turning around, I make sure he isn't hiding behind me.

He's not there.

Turning back around, I scream in fight when I'm face to face with Harry.

I follow my first instinct, which is to run for my door.

I don't get to see his reaction as I run down the stairs.

As I'm close to the front door, I feel a hard tug at my feet. Fear rushes through my veins as I fall to the ground, and turn around.

Of course, it's Harry.

I start crawling away backwards as he grabs my ankles, pulling me up the stairs.

He's dead, why does he feel solid? Aren't ghosts supposed to be transparent?

"Don't be afraid, Catherine. We only need to talk, that's all. And I surely can't talk outside." He grins widely.

It wasn't a real wise move telling me you can't go outside.

So, that means, if I get out that front door, he can't come out. We can move and he can't bug me anymore.

A noise sounds from upstairs, and his head whips towards it.

As he's not looking, I pull my right leg loose and kick his hand back and run down the stairs once again.

I feel tears spring to my eyes as I feel another tug at my feet, only to turn around and see Harry standing at the top of the stairs.

"Just let me go!" I beg.

Harry ignores my plea, and looks a few feet in front of me.

"Thanks Louis."

I can't help but feel nauseous as another figure appears.

I stand up and push past him, running to the kitchen, a scream leaving my mouth as I do.

I run and lean over the sink, the nausea not leaving.

"You know, doll, I'm a ghost. You can't escape me."

Turning around, I face Harry.

"What do you want?" I ask.

He walks slowly up to me, and leans down and whispers in my ear, "Your blood."

I step back and look at him in disbelief, "You're fucking sick!"

He smirks evilly at me, "I've heard that one, before."

"Who was that other guy?" My mind running back to him.