The Wandering.

Chapter 13

Wandering aimless
Dead and shameless

- Taken from my poetry book "A boy in this f***ing world."

1

Sloane Rayner abandoned her motorcycle by road. She tossed the vehicle over and escaped into the trees, her heart racing and pounding heavily. Still, she could still hear the high shrill childish laughs behind her, rushing through the wilderness.

She had caught sight of them whilst having a cigarette by the park, stopping on her motorcycle after not long finishing work at the mall. And she saw them - the old couple. The man was thin, his bones screaming out of his skin, reaching to be free. The woman was toothless, with bulging blood shot eyes and long creature-like fingers. She watched them as she smoked, talking to a young girl with short black hair. Sloane observed them in conversation, the young girl looking concerned until all of a sudden, the old woman jumped on the young girl and ripped out her throat with her teeth, blood exploding everywhere. They just laughed and danced in the girls' blood.

Sloane puked up her guts and caught the attention of the old couple - and that's when the chase began. She thought she would have escaped, until the motorcycle failed on her - and she had to run on foot.

The old woman's laughs echoed through the woods, the shrill and terrifying cackle rippling through the atmosphere.

"Help!" Sloane screamed, heading for the boarding house. It seemed the woman's laughter had already awoke someone who lived there, as a light lit up in the window, and a boy came out on to the balcony, rubbing his eyes.

"What the-"

"Help me!" Sloane screamed desperately, hearing the trees moving behind her, and the laughs seemed to be right behind her ear.

The double doors swung open and an old woman came charging out, looking concerned and worried, hair tied up and still dressed in a nightgown. She held a large cross, her brows furrowed as she squinted to get a good look at Sloane.

"Come on, child!" She yelled, beckoning her behind her. Just in time.

The old couple emerged from the trees, grinning sadistically.

"You're not welcome here, spirits. The devil is not welcome here!"

The whole boarding house was full with crosses, it seemed to burn the couple as if the air was gas to them.

"Be gone!" She yelled, her body so small but her aura so large. She threw out the cross towards them, the air rippling and throwing a force towards the couple. Then they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Sloane cried, edging towards the doorway.

"I'm Lorelei Devereux. And they, were ghosts."

Sloane shook her head in disbelief. Bullshit. However, Sloane has just seen them disappear into nothing. It seemed her whole world was crashing down.

"Come on, sweetie, let's get you inside." Lorelei muttered, beckoning Sloane over the threshold and placing her down on the couch in the lounge. "Now let me fetch us a pot of coffee - it's early hours in the morning, we might as well stay up now."