Suicide House

Chapter 4

After four days college was finally starting up. I was within walking distance but Peter insisted upon driving me to my first class.

I was studying law, political science, creative writing, and french (even though I could already fluently write in french).

After waving to Peter I stood in front of the imposing building for just a minute, taking in the sights. I knew I wouldn't make many friends. I was here for education and nothing else.

I slid into the back of the lecture hall for law. I saw a girl in a pastel pink shirt go and stand in the back but when I physically turned around no one was there. Strange.

Classes were over for the day and I started on my slow trek home. Every once in awhile I would catch sight of the girl out of the corner of my eye but as soon as I turned she was gone.

I quickened my pace and hurried in through the front door of our 'mansion'. There sitting on the stairs typing furiously on her computer was the girl wearing pink, she had very curly hair and a more rosy shimmer surrounding her. However I could see the stairs behind her. Another ghost. She looks at me cautiously. Standing up after a moment she gathers her ghostly papers and computer and ran up the stairs disappearing at the top. I shook my head and followed where the girl had been just a moment before.

I slid into my room to see that same boy from before sitting on the edge of my bed, upon seeing me he grimaced.

"It is always a pleasure," he said to the air next to him and I saw a light yellow splash before her turned back to me. He nodded at me, and just like that the bloody boy was gone yet again.

I lay on my bed in astonishment. There were so many ghosts in this house. If only I knew why... I shrugged it off. I would have plenty of time. I also didn't need to deal with the stories of the house I would most likely live in for the next four years.

It was midnight and I still couldn't seem to fall asleep. I kept seeing really weird images, things that didn't have anything to do with my life. I saw flashes of sunshine, a young girl giggling, a tall tree. The bright backyard changed into a gloomy room, the room I was staying in to be exact, and I felt pain, agonizing pain racing through my body, a glowering man swinging his hand at the young girl, frightening her to tears. I could see a teenaged female, pregnant at such a young age. I couldn't believe it.

I sat up in a cold sweat. Eager to get rid of the horrid images.

I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, I would get a drink of water and go back to sleep. But this time the pink girl and blue girl were both waltzing around the kitchen laughing as ghostly whispers served as their music. I watched in fascination as the blue one tripped and they both ending up on the floor giggling. Their laughter was soft and an almost hollow tinkling sound.

"C'mon Liza!" Cried the pink one as she disappeared into ethereal pink swirls.

"Angie!" She said laughingly as she followed suit. I couldn't help but grin when she winked at me before disappearing into her signature glitter.

I gathered the glass of water I had gone for and made my way back upstairs to my room. Not sure what to think of what I had witnessed.

I now knew that the pink ghost was Angie, probably short for some name, and the blue ghost was Eliza.

Soon enough I managed to fall asleep without nightmares.