Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#24 Ghost Hunter

"You're sure about this, Gerard?" Mikey grimaced as we pulled up at the abandoned asylum.

"Yes. I am." I nodded. "I know what I saw there, Mikey. There was a girl."

   A few days ago, I had decided to explore Bedlam Asylum. I had always been fascinated with abandoned places, especially asylums and hospitals. (I guess you could blame that on my obsession with studying the paranormal) And while I was doing so, I saw a girl, no younger than myself standing in the hallway staring straight at me.

    Out of my fear, fight or flight kicked in and I bolted out of there. Now I'm back again with my younger brother, and two friends.

    Over the time I stayed away from the place, I took notes on what I could remember about the girl. She looked dead. She had incredibly pale skin that looked as if the lights reflected off her, and (e/c) eyes that seemed as if they were staring directly into my soul. She was wearing a black tattered hoodie and ripped, beat up boyfriend jeans. She had (h/c) hair that was short and curly. In all honesty, she was quite beautiful. The strangest part about her was I felt like I should've recognized her.

    As my notes became more detailed, I noticed that strange things started happening in my house. My lights would flicker only slightly, and I'd feel a draft of cold air on my shoulder. At first I played it off as paranoia, but again, as the notes became detailed the occurrences became more frequent and noticeable. I tried so hard to ignore them, but it got to the point where my glass cups were falling out of the cabinets that opened on their own.

    I hadn't told my friends about the occurrences. They'd probably tell me I was seeing and feeling things. Especially Frank since he didn't believe in ghosts.

    "I don't know, man. What if it's just some kid playing a prank?" Ray said. He was the mature, reasonable one out of the four of us.  I didn't want to give up on this. I couldn't. Not after all I'd seen.

    "If you don't want to come, then stay in the car. I'm going in." I scoffed, disappointed. I got out of the car with my camera in hand.

   Along with the strange activities at my house, I had a strong desire to go back. I had been stopping myself from doing so out of fear, but now i knew that I had to go. There was something intensely interesting about this, and if I could gather information about it, then maybe I'd become an official P.I.E (paranormal investigators extraordinare) member.

    I heard a car door slam behind me as I approached the building. Mikey had decided to come with me. He gave me a small smile and walked with me towards the asylum. Needless to say, we were both terrified of what we might see. There were two more car door slams and Frank and Ray came up besides us. I smiled to myself. At least I wasn't alone.

"I still don't believe in ghosts." Frank crossed his arms.

~

Walking through the empty corridors of Bedlam was unnerving. I kept hearing ominous noises like floor boards creaking, and water dropping into metal. Cliché, I know. But it was disturbing still. I was on high alert.

As we passed one of the old padded cells something fell onto me and made me jump. There was a loud clattering noise as it hit me, and I let out an unflattering squeak.

"Dude, it's a broom." Ray chuckled. Mikey was giving me an amused smirk and Frank was full on laughing. I scoffed and crossed my arms.

"I'm on edge. Give me a break."

Frank snorted. "On edge because of what? Some teen playing a prank on you? Jesus, Gerard." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well I know it's not a prank because how would you explain the-" I cut myself off. Should I tell them?

"The what?" Ray prompted cautiously.

I took in a deep breath and started "a few days after I saw the girl, weird things started happening in my house. It started with the lights flickering and feeling a cold draft on my shoulder, but then it progressed to glasses falling out of cabinets on their own. At first I played it off, but now..." My voice trailed off.

"So you did understand." A foreign female voice sounded through the hallway. Everyone's heads snapped to the source and there she was. The ghost girl.

Only his time, she was halfway fazed through the wall.

     All of us were in an intense state of shock. I could feel my mouth hanging open. She was looking directly at me. My heart kept up into my throat and pounded like a bass drum. I subconsciously started to back away, it tripped and fell over the broom from earlier. I was too absorbed in my shock that I didn't realize that Mikey and Frank were all holding each other, scared shitless like me, and Ray was on the floor as well.

The girl cocked her head to the side and knitted her eyebrows, stepping fully into the hallway. "Why are you scared?" Her confused voice seemed to echo through the hall.

I opened my mouth to try to talk, but nothing came out but stuttering.

"What the fuck?" I heard Frank tell behind me. "Who are you? What are you?!"

The girl smiled lightly. "I'm (y/n), and I'm a phantom. A lonely soul trapped here for decades. And you," she pointed at me. "Are Gerard Way, Paranormal Investigator. I'm glad you came to see me again." Her smile widened by a fraction of an inch.

"W-Wh-why? H-how?"

"How I know you is simple; you're a known PI amongst the other phantoms on the premise of bedlam." She took a step forward. "Why I'm happy to see you, well, that's a longer story. To put it in short, I think that you can free us. All of us."

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