Piercing screams erupted, dark wisps reached around the corner. The women in front turned her back to Lucy letting out a snake like hiss at the advancing ghost. Averting her eyes from the deformed figure that was emerging, her eyes trailed across the women's back. A dark red stain leaked across the middle of her back, claw marks were embedded into the thick blue corset. A bloodied silver knife materialised in her hand stepping forwards she met the dark shape as it finally rounded the corner.
Straightening up to it's full hight the figure wore a simple black and white three piece suit. Dark red cytoplasm dropped down his face and onto the ground. He ignored the women and swerved towards Lucy. Stretching out his arms, before his filmy fingers could grasp her shoulder the ghost in front thrust out her arm. On impact the shadow recoiled before reaching out once again. Lucy's conscience screamed to run and her heart beat increased by the second but she couldn't. In her tired broken state she had let her guard down, ghost lock froze her eager muscles. It's not that she didn't want to scream and cry for help it's that she couldn't. Each breath grew shorter and shallower as the ghost held her in place. It was only because of her eyes being unfazed she could see the two ghosts arguing, shoving and tearing each other apart.
Lucy stop this nonsense. Even the skull was being silenced by the dark cloud across her head. He shouted, wailed and made the most horrible remarks but she headed him no attention.
Giving up the ghost let out an exaggerated sigh and went silent. It didn't last long though as he had one last thing to say to Lucy before she died.
You are seriously going to just die? What about me? Or the promises you've made? You always, always promised to let me out of this jar at some point. Every day you would come up with a new excuse or say how you can't trust me. But Lucy Carlyle let me do the telling now, I've helped you on so many cases. Saved your life multiple times and you don't trust me, don't even spare a few precious seconds of your day to ask if I'm ok or to say a simple thanks and yet Cubbins gets one just for making you a cup of tea. Don't worry though it's not like you are the only person I talk to, like my only friend or the only person who can stop the whole problem......
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Sorry it's short but I typed it up on my phone and it's just a small chapter for those waiting I'll start the next chapter tonight. Laptop still isn't fixed but I'll just type it up on here, even though it's a bit uncomfortable.
I want to start to get to know my readers a little bit better because you are all so amazing and extremely patient. So I'm going to start doing a question of the day.
Q: what's your favourite TV show?
A: I love teen wolf, I have a slight addiction to it. =)
How about you guys?
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Moving on.
Fanfiction"I'll love you till you die." How long is that? What about after death? An icy cool breeze blew gently across my back. Warm liquid caked my body, gluing my eyes shut. A moan of pain escaped my lips, as I slowly started to gain control of my body ag...
