Haunted!Tale (COMPLETE)

Chapter 5

Here is chapter 5, just a heads up I wont be posting next week have tons of family coming in for Thanksgiving so the house will be too hectic to post :) So Happy Thanksgiving Readers! 

Frisk made it into town with record time and was in the library looking though their local history, newspaper archives, and of all things microphish she was researching the town in general thinking she might come across the happenings of the house and sure enough she did.

The house was built forever and a day ago—one of the first settlements of the towns founder. Before being known as the town of Holly it was a small German settlement called Gemeinde was hidden in the mountains by mount Ebott. She had seen that when she came into town—a large imposing mountain that was shrouded in deep shade trees.

This little German community over time moved away from the mountain as it grew, Christof Meier was the founder of the town had the house built on the hill overlooking Gemeinde below. Frisk felt a chill run up and down her spine...Meier was her last name...her grandfather in life had said they owned a haunted house...when she was little it had seemed like a joke till she got the news of his passing and that she inherited this house.

She found an image of the man—passed a statue coming into town of Christoph...the resemblances were uncanny, as if her granddad had posed for the stature himself. She wondered why the name was changed to Holly?

She was about to delve further into this when her phone rang...she jumped and had a few "Shhs" hissed at her as she got up and took the call outside.

"Hello?"

"Is the address you gave us correct?"

"Shoot are you already there?"

"Yes—lady this is a death trap..."

"Sorry it's a fixer upper it's perfectly fine I ran into town give me twenty minutes tops to head there."

"Alright." He seemed irritated but was willing to work with her.

"Thank you." She hung up climbed on her bike and booked it back home.

She made it in under twenty, and it showed. She heaved and resisted the urge to vomit as she got off her bike to see the small moving van and two concerned looking and bored looking men watch her wheeze up towards them then past as she greeted them inevitably heading towards the door. she was sure they had a busy schedule. She was just going to have them unload most of it in the living room/parlor...the cleanest room in the house so far but she would have to take the criticism with her bedroom suit when they moved it up there—she had yet to dedicate a lot of time up there just yet.

"I apologize for the mess but I am in the act of cleaning this place up." she called back to them the heat was as oppressive inside as it was out...she needed to open a few windows to allow a draft through.

She heard a few non communal grunts and turned to see them roll their eyes, she paid for them to move the furniture not for the sass. This day was turning into a wreck and she grunted. "Alright—seems the attitudes are free of charge, let's get this crap moved in." she walked past them and towards the truck. Why not let them sweat a little, she was going to make them work for their paycheck since they were in a bad mood for waiting on her which she knew was her bad...but she had no wheels but the bikes.

She gave quick instructions to the team of two and then went back into the house having second thoughts about the windows being closed. As Frisk finished her task they were coming back with the first furniture item. It took about an hour she didn't have much to move in anyways...they even took her bedroom items upstairs they seemed to be on edge but they made quick work and soon ran to their truck and took off...she watched from the window to see a cloud of dust rise from the street...

"Alright well I'm sure you noticed me moving in—guess you will start the hauntings now?" she spoke to the thin air in the bedroom of course Chara was in there—making sure not to make her presence known, but the woman picked up on her again.

Yeah she would start the hauntings tonight—unfortunately for the woman though she wouldn't make it through the night...it was sort of sad really, the woman seemed nice and Chara never had someone know she was there before—talking to her as if Frisk could see her. It was kind of nice.

The rest of the day went pretty uneventful, Frisk managed to clean up her room and the hall—started on the bathroom because she had to...some dry heaving, coughing, and a lot of disinfectant she managed to make a dent in it—bring it up to standards for a rundown roadside motel. This area would need some help but it wasn't unbearable to walk in there now and take care of business.

As day drifted into night she started having activity from her ethereal house guest. Or that's what she liked to refer to them as. There were a few knocks in the hallway and she had the feeling they were trying to get their attention. She got up from the box she was working in and walked out into the hallway.

"Is there something you need?"

The knock sounded again further down the hall towards the stairs. She sighed and shrugged. "

You could just talk to me... I have a feeling you have a lot on your mind—maybe I can help."

"It would be nice if you could start with your name..." she paused for a bit. "My name is Frisk if I haven't already introduced myself."

"Follow..." a sigh of a voice sounded. Frisk felt a shiver run up and down her spine she actually had contact.

"Where to, if you don't mind me asking?"

Chara rolled her eyes looking up at the woman. What an idiot. All she had to do was lead her down to the basement...Flowey would take care of the rest. "Basement." She finally answered and walked along the hall giving a tap every so often to keep the mortal on the move...so far they were following like a lost puppy... good.

"The basement huh? Creepy old house, that's haunted—disembodied voice asking me to go to the basement seems like a set up for a murder to me." She spoke up making conversation going along with it till they made it to the door. "Look whoever you are I'm not an idiot..."

"Could have fooled me." The voice sounded loud this time as if a physical form was behind her Frisk yelped jumping as the door suddenly whooshed open and she was shoved down the steps. She tumbled end over end slamming against the steps hard—the last thing she realized she was in water—and something wrapping around her leg dragging her through filthy water towards the unknown.

She woke up mid fall soaked—only had a moment to intake air to scream before she slammed into the unforgiving ground again to lose consciousness. The next time she woke up she was in a pile of butter cups. Vines and greenery were tangled around her—sharp pain to her ankle as she sat up with a moan. Blood was around the cut the evidence of thorns dragging across skin. She winced her head felt like it was about to split as she looked around she was in some weird looking tomb like room.

She allowed her eyes to adjust to the dank conditions of this room...she remembered vaguely being pushed down the stairs to her basement...then water and falling... something had grabbed her...looking around the room she didn't see evidence of her being in her house didn't see a way out. Looking up she saw a dim pin prick of light...she had fallen that far? No impossible a fall like that would kill her.

Stay tuned more coming soon!