Possessed ☠

Chapter 8

(A/N : The piano instrumental above is the tune I imagine Annabeth playing in this story. I just thought I should share it with you all. It's beautiful 😍)

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~ If you can't wake up from a nightmare,
Maybe you're not asleep ~

Jack's POV

I almost screamed when the door to the basement shut on its own. Brooklyn immediately pulled me closer, wrapping a protective hand around my waist. Mikey was standing a little ahead of us, holding a torch in his hand.

"Calm Down. I read somewhere that these evil spirits tend to harm those people first who are most scared." Mikey said in a low voice.

I opened my mouth to reply when suddenly, we heard a noise. Mikey moved forward a little but instead tripped over something. He let out a small groan as the torch fell out from his hand. Brook and I rushed towards him immediately. Brook helped Mikey up as I picked up the torch before flashing it towards the ground, where Mikey just tripped.

"It's just a rug. Don't worry." I said, feeling a little less scared now.

"No." Mikey said before picking up the rug and moving it away.

"What the fuck!" Brook whispered softly, representing mine and Mikey's reaction as well.

There was a secret door on the floor.

"You were right, Brook. That ghost is trying to tell us something." Mikey said after a minute.

"Should we open it?" Brook asked slowly. I was about to tell him no, when we heard that voice again.

It sounded like a crying voice.

We looked around trying to figure out the source and direction of that voice. Or more like voices.

"It sounds like someone is crying. Or more like, a lot of people are crying." I shuddered.

Mikey looked at me before crouching down beside that door, leaning his ear against it.

"Mikey what--" Brook started but Mikey shushed him.

Then I heard it. The voice.

The voice that we heard in Andy's room. The voice that told us to come here. And It came from right behind me.

"Help"

I screamed, covering my ears and falling down on the ground. Brook was by my side in an instant. He took my face in his hands as He asked me what is wrong. I just shook my head before hiding my face in the crook of his neck, crying silently.

"Jack, Calm down. You're giving that evil spirit a chance to take over you. Just like Andy did." Mikey said firmly.

"I-It said 'Help'." I said, finally breathing normally again.

Mikey's face went blank suddenly.

"Mikey? What's wrong?" Brook asked.

"Listen. Listen carefully." Mikey spoke fearfully.

"Help" "Help" "Help" "Help" "Help"

We heard it again. Those crying sounds. But Now We could hear people crying for help. Their voices strangled and tremulous, as if they are afraid to ask for help.