Tale Of A Lost Ghost

Chapter Six

Ghost walked back into Toast's room, placing Phantom down on the bed, then flopping beside him, careful not to crush him. "Do you think he's okay..?" He stared up to the ceiling "he wrote the book of Paranormal activity, I'm sure he's fine.." Still not sure if he was trying to convince himself, or just to let the little bird rest,As if he was worried about Toast. Ghost felt the tiny white fluff ball rub it's face against His. He smiled slightly, scooping the bird into his hands and holding him above his head."thank you Phantom" he smiles at the tiny bird, placing him down again. And Turing to his side, his smiling fading as he fell asleep.

Ghost sat up, he was no longer in the bedroom, but now in some strange place, the buildings were all painted black some with purple and green stripes and outlines,the only color street lights were in was Green and Purple as well,
"Where the hell am I..?" Ghost rose to his feet, looking around. He slowly began to walk, which way he had no idea where he was going, strange looking ghouls floated down the street, some with missing jaws, or eyes, or fingers, it was disgusting, the more he walked forward, the stronger the strange scent got. Ghost did his best to not vomit to the strong smell of decaying corpses.

Ghost didn't stop until he noticed a house, that stood out, a tiny cute blue house, that looked as if it was decaying.

"Ghost..? Ghost..!"

"Johnny??" Ghost questioned to the voice.

"Ghost!!"the voice cried out more, although, as if Ghost couldn't hear it, but he could at the same time, he couldn't make out who it was, but a strong feeling In his gut told him it was Toast.

"Don't worry Johnny! I'm coming!" Ghost tried to run forward but he couldn't, he was frozen in place,

"Ghost!..Ghost.!....Ghoosst!.. GHOST!"

Johnny jumped, turning his head, his eyes meeting with Large Green ones, Spooker's. Ghost sat up, looked around him, he was in the living room, on the floor, by the door, he turned his head towards Spooker, angry, not quite sure if it was because of how close he was to him, or because he was on the floor "Spooker! I saw him!"

"Saw who???" He questioned, tilting his head.

"Well I didn't actually see him but I heard him! Sorta, but I heard Toast! I saw where he was!"

"What?!" Now this caught everyone's attention, Turing from their breakfast or simply watching TV to see what he would say. Ghost told them about the strange dream he had.

"It was a dream. As If he's in a place like that, " Carlyle crossed his arms, he wasn't even aware of what happened.

"But the Home he described. That.. That was my home..! You weren't there you wouldn't know.."

"Yeah.. But neither was Ghost.. " Jackie put her hand on Rose's shoulder, and giving Ghost a almost stern look "I think he may be right.."

"But the house wasn't decaying ether" colon commented

"But what if it is now?? Because of the weird place??"

Ghost stood up, his head pounding, it being everyone bickering, or sleeping on the floor, or something else, he walked to the wash room,Rose stared, but he soon took notice, and she quickly turned her head away.
"Strange.." Ghost mumbled, and walked to the bathroom, he stared at his reflection,the longer he stared the more his head pounded, was it maybe his episodes, he hadn't had them in awhile, Ghost noticed something on his hands.. Was.. Was it blood?! He fumbled back, he swore it wasn't there seconds ago, he turned on the sink and aggressively attempted to wash the blood off, no matter how hard he scrubbed it refused to leave.

he checked the cabinets for his pills, which were strangely still here, ether he forgot a bottle or they kept one in case He would have come back. He opened the cap and swallowed the pill down, closing the cabinet, and staring at himself in the mirror again.scared for his life, he hadn't been this afraid of his own mind in a long time, he looked back as his hands again, clean. He sighed. Slowly sitting on the floor.

"What's wrong with me..?"