Haunt You

6. Under the Weight

     (8:08 PM)

     "Will?!" Kyle pressed his ear against the scratched up door.

     "Guys! What the fuck was that?" the bassist cried from outside. "

     "I had to..."Dan's hand trembled slightly as he turned off the music.

     "Let me in!" Will cried.

     "What the fuck did you mean when you asked Kyle if his wrist burned?" Woody queried. He wanted to know, as much as the keyboardist did, why Will even said that in the first place.

     "Wait, what?"

     "You don't remember?" Dan silently signalled to the other two to move away from the door. "You were like, dragging Kyle from the living room to the bathroom, mate. And Ky said that his wrist has burn marks from your nails..."

     "No..." Will said with no recollection as the singer let the door slowly creak open. "What happened?"

     "I think you got possessed," Kyle quietly said.

     "H-how?" the bassist's CSI tools jingled and jangled as he stepped into the spacious bathroom. "All I remember was sitting with Kyle, and the two of you went to the bathroom to do the fucking Bloody Mary challenge...oh wait..."

     "What?" everyone inched closer to him.

     "I-I specifically remember seeing fire."

     "F-fire?" Kyle squeaked with fear. "A-and then what?"

     "I blacked out," Will worriedly clenched his fists together. "I just remember hearing The Silence blasting through the door."

     "I think the ghost hates loud music, and it causes more damage whenever it's quiet in the house," Dan spoke in a normal tone.

     "So no whispering?" Woody asked to clarify.

     "No whispering," Dan shook his head. "I think whoever is the quietest is the next one to get possessed by the Flaming Skull."

     "Okay." the rest nodded.

     "I think the easiest way to avoid that thing, is to play really loud music," Woody smirked. "Muse anyone?"

     "Oh yes," Dan grinned, opening his Spotify app once again. "Rationale?"

     "YES," Will and Kyle nodded their heads without a single thought of hesitation.

     "Classical music," Will turned on his phone, unknowingly becoming the subject of everyone else's confused gazes.

     "Mate..." Dan sighed and pinched his nasal ridge. "I said to play loud music," he frowned at his band mate's choice of music.

     "But I can play it on full volume!" the phony CSI whined.

     "We don't care," Woody shook his head. "Just play our music if you don't have anything else to play."

     "Fine," Will scoffed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Kyle, you're playing Four Walls and Blame," he immediately instructed.

     "Why me?!" the young vampire dropped his mouth open in shock. "I was going to play To Kill A King!"

     "Too bad," he rolled his eyes. "You're playing those two songs even if it means I have to smack you i the face."

     "But-"

     "Listen to your elder, the bassist cocked an eyebrow. "You should be respectful."

     "Ugh, whatever," Kyle threw his arms up and opened the door, muttering something incoherent as his cape drifted from his band mates' view.

     Soon, the sound of depressing music filled the air, much to Dan's displeasure. He disliked hearing the band's own music, and everyone else knew that, so they just did it anyway to piss him off for fun. The gangster themed tune drowned the silence in the living room, and the rest of the band, except Dan, began to bop up and down to add to the lead singer's annoyance. Will and Woody lip synced to Blame, also doing it in the singer's face as he tried to avoid them, walking out of the bathroom. Being rebels, the two musicians followed closely behind, this time actually singing the lyrics to the dark song.

     "This is my body and soul!!!" both howled with laughter.

    Can this get any worse? Dan wondered as he stared at the detailed bones that covered his left arm.

     "HOLY FUCK!"

     "Ky?!" the singer's pace fastened to a sprint. "Where are you?!"

     "I don't hear Blame playing anymore..." Woody's smile dropped.

     "Over here!" Kyle's seemingly frantic voice lured the others to a bedroom.

"Where?!" Dan stopped in the bedroom that previously belonged to a little girl.

"There!" Will stormed in and pointed to the closet, the sliding door being closed air tight.

"Help me open it!" Dan cried, putting the tips of his fingers into the worn down entry, attempting to pry it open. "It's been jammed shut!"

"How?!" Woody asked as he ran up to the closet door, tugging at the shallow groove that seemed to be the handle.

"Hel-" the keyboardist's voice choked and collapsed from behind the door.

"No!" his best friend screeched, beads of sweat running down his forehead as he forced a small crack in the door.

"Got it!" Will joined Woody and pushed the sliding door to the left. Their shoes clung to the rotting floor, and chunks of wet wood flew from under their sneakers as they managed to pry open the door.

"Kyle!" Dan fell to his knees at the sight of his motionless friend.