Dead (Dorbyn) *Book One*

Ch.5

*Daniel's P.O.V*

Jack and Zach had left immediately after I explained to Zach, the real one, what had happened.

"I'm not putting a foot in this house ever again." Jack had cried, then wrapped his arms around his soon-to-be-husband and left.

The poor boy. He must have been traumatized. I mean, seen your future husband get murdered like that and then he walks in, completely fine....

God, that Corbyn ghost is a real prick some times. A beautiful prick though.

I'm sitting on the couch with mu laptop on my lap. It's dark outside and almost time to go to bed. Corbyn had left me alone until now, and I don't think he's coming back tonight. At least, I hope.

Max is sitting next to me, purring loudly while asleep. I didn't even know it was possible for a cat to purr that loud. Well, Max is a special cat. I'm just glad he doesn't scare me like Corbyn does. Max loves me.

A smile forms on my lips when I think that. It's funny.

Finally the laptop loaded the google-page I need. I click in the search bar and start to type.

'Besson murder'

Immediately a great ammount of links appear on the screen. Even some real pic of the bodies.

I clicked on the first site and start to read.

'On the night of April 13, 1934, the Besson family was brutally murdered. Parents and son had been maimed before the kill.'

Then a picture of the bodies underneath the bit of text.

First a pic of the family together. Smiling and alive. Corbyn looks just like when when I see him without the wounds. Then individual pic with the bodies. His parents were already tortured horribly, but Corbyn was far more worse. And he had to see his parents die. I can only imagin....

'The Bessons were a lovely family with a small farm. Everyone loved them, they weren't rich, so their murders came like a shock to the neighborhood no one knows who or why they did it. The police didn't even have a suspect and up till now, people still havrle to guess who the murderer is.'

I frown. No killer found. I actually want to know who would do something like this. But also why... There had to be a reason right?

'The house of the Besson is still for sale, but it doesn't seem like it will be bought anytime soon. The place is perfect for ghosthunnters, since people say they saw the son, Corbyn Besson, through the window when they drove past it.'

I can totally agree with that. Still, this site needs to be updated thier information. I bought the house, it's mine now.

With a sigh I close the site and type in something else.

'How to protect yourself against ghosts.'

Of course there isn't much useful information. I mean, some sites say I need a pastor to hunt them away, other say I can't do anything about ghosts. This is useless.

I close my laptop and stand up. "Come on Max let's go to bed." I mumble, poking the cat in his side, making him look up.

I stumble upstairs, only now realizing how tired I actually am. I start to get ready for bed while letting my thoughts drift away.

I dont mind living with Corbyn, but only if he stops with the trying to scare me like that. I honestly dont know what I did wrong to piss him off. Everything would be okay if he just acts like Max. Not like a cat, I mean friendly. I think we can be great friends if we try....

Maybe I should just try to start a conversation with himm just ask him what's wrong.

I smile at the idea. Yeah, I should do that.

Exhausted I let myself fall onto the bed and wrap the covers around me. "Goodnight, Max." I say to the cat lying next to me and flick out the lights.

Then I fall asleep.

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From the moment I wake up I know something is up. Not only the fact that everything is still dark, but also the fact that I feel like I'm drowning makes me think that.

I gasp for air, reaching for the light switch with my hand. Quickly I flick it when I found it and look around.

I'm covered in dark red blood. My face is smeared with the liquid which is dropping on me from above.

I look up and see the blood is coming through the ceiling.

It's Corbyn again, I'm sure of this.

Suddenly a gunshot sounds though the house and a loud yell follows by.

Was that real? What do I have to do now? What if there actually is someone in the house who wants to kill me?

I can't help but feel scared, my heartbeats accelerating. Slowly I stand up and walk through the closet. I have a bat in there I can use to hit some one if it was necessary.

I open the door and scream. A whole wave of blood streams over my feet and the Dead body rolls out.

I can just jump back before it hits me off of my feet.

Corbyn's eyes black holes, pointing in my direction. It's like he's staring at me, but at the same time he isn't. His mouth is opened allowing me to see his tongue is missing. And that horrendous smile on his face. That sight makes me wanna puke.

The smell is there too this time though. I can smell the metallic blood and the early rotting process. Tears spring in my eyes when I start to run away, but I can't when I feel the grip of someone's hand on my ankle.

"No, please!" I yell desperately, trying to pull my foot away from him, but he's too strong. "Let me go!" I pull harder, only to fall over when he releases me suddenly making my head hit the side of my bed hard.

I groan in pain and bring my hand up to the wound. There's a small cut with some blood, but nothing bad. Yeah, of course it hurts, but I'm still alive.

"Get out!"

I look up to see Corbyn standing in front of me. He looks just like when he rolled out of the closet earlier. It was him who had spoken.

"Stop this." I whimper, barely harder then a whisper. I won't obey him. I have nowhere else to stay and I don't want to go back to my parents.

Corbyn's face scrunches up in anger and he leaps at me like that day in the living room.

I close my eyes quickly afraid to see what will happen, but all I hear is a loud hiss.

When I look up again, I see Max jumped off the bed in front of me and is now hissing very loudly at the blonde ghost. He's protecting me?

"Get out of my way, Jonah!" He growls and pushes the cat away with his feet, making his crash into!- Nope, he's going right through the wall.

I look up in fear at Corbyn again. He's smirking evilly at me.

"Corbyn." I say, almost like a supplication, but it was enough.

He freezes and his expression softens for a second before his features change into the more beautiful and alive version of himself.

It only lasts a seound though Before he loudly screams, breaking the frames on the walls. His maimed look comes back and then....

He just disappeared.

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