3:07 a.m ☠ malik

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Connection

(( Zayn's Perspective ))

Steering down the noiseless, chilly road, my thoughts switched to the conflict I'm having with my girlfriend. Today was the day that we, as a couple, were supposed to come to the antique shop I told her about to investigate the paranormal situation. As the days passed, I've realized that the situation has only worsened. Patrick has never contacted us since the EVP session and Fawn was acting stranger than ever. Sometimes when I talked to her, she would look at me in the eye and it felt like she wasn't there. She wouldn't answer my questions. She woke up today with more purple bruises and a cold so she was inconviniently back at the apartmant, bedridden. She was feeling so bad that she couldn't go out with Luke, Silvanna, and Ginger. I should've just stayed with her. The thought of leaving her alone in a demonic home really scared me but this was the only thing I could do for her and this mess.

I pulled up by the run-down store and slowly unfastened my seatbelt. When I entered, I found Matilda behind the counter as usual with her eyes closed and her fingers interlocked with one another, a gold necklace with the cross of Jesus dangling from her wrists.

"Matilda?" I softly whispered once I silently approached the counter. Her eyes opened slowly and displayed a small smile once she realized it was me.

"Hello, Zayn," her raspy voice croaked in a calm manner. "How you been?"

"There's been better days," I chuckled, really meaning it. "How about you? Anyone come to the shop lately?"

"Not much as usual. Who cares about old books that were only popular back in my day?" she asked rather sadly. She always made me wonder why a lady so nice like her would spend all her time alone in a building of dusty books and old newspaper articles.

"I do," I answered to lighten her mood. A small laugh escaped for her lips as she set her necklace to the side.

"It's been a while since I've said this but, what can I do for you?" she rolled her eyes playfully. A bit old yes, but still had that spark of sarcasm inside of her.

"You know Reformatory Road pretty well, right?" I started simply. She nodded her head and hummed in response.

"Any creepy stories? Bad backgrounds or reports? Any past crimes in the streets? Deaths?" I fished for anything that could somewhat be related to this ghost called Evette.

"I thought every resident on that road knew that the entire street was known for it's sinister past," she shook her head. "Why? Has anything happened to you?"

"Yeah. Well, to my girlfriend yes. She's been experiencing some really wierd things as well as the friends who live with her and I."

"What kind of weird things," she narrowed her eyes in curiosity.

"We believe the apartment is haunted," I said. "She has inexplicable purple bruises that she started waking up to like a week and a half ago. We've all heard voices and we even had a paranormal investigator come and talk to the ghost through and EVP device. It worked. It talked to us."

"It sounds like this 'ghost' is interested into more than just a haunting . . . And tell me, what is her name?"

"Her preferred name is Fawn but her real name is Evette."

"And which floor do you guys live in?" her voice sounded a bit alarmed.

"The fifth floor, room 25."

"Oh my God," she shook her head.

"What? Do you know something about that room?"