~ghostly~ Shane Madej

The Location- Chapter 2

Melody and Matilda had finally arrived at the location.

 The haunted house that was said to be about ten minutes away, but was actually 30 minutes away due to Melody's scatter brain memory. It wasn't too impressive, it just appeared to be a run down house that had been left to rot. 

"So what exactly happened here that makes it 'haunted'?" Melody asked with air quotations around the word 'haunted'.

"Well, some people say that this is where the Ramiro family all sacrificed themselves to Satan by slitting their throats, and then others say that this was where this creepy kidnapper guy named Stoakley took young girls to this house and murdered them by dismemberment. Otherwise people just think that this place was creepy." Matilda babbled.

"Oh great! So we're at a creepy house at liked 11:30 at night, and it might not even be haunted? Look Matilda, I can deal with ghosts and scary stuff like that, but you know that strange people aren't something that I take too kindly to." Melody warned while slowly taking steps back towards the car.

"Oh come on, Melody! It won't even be that bad and besides," she backpedaled and gently gripped Melody by the sleeve of her jean jacket, "even if there's no ghosts, you brought your pepper spray and I brought a pocket knife! So we should be safe in the event of an attacker." 

Melody just sighed and continued to walk towards the abandoned building that someone used to call home. She took notice to the wooden boards that had been rotted out of their place, the windows that had been smashed by unknown visitors, and the shingles that had been pecked at by birds and hit with heavy weather. 

She wasn't very convinced that they were going to find anything here, as they wouldn't really know what to look for. Their research of the house was little to nothing as they used the knowledge of Matilda's friends to guide their exploration. 

The house was rather large, with a humble exterior that looked like the design of a previously considered modern home. The size of it looked perfect for ghost hunting as their was a second floor, and plenty of room to look at on each floor. 

The two girls entered the residence of the unknown individual, maybe a murderer, maybe a kidnapper, maybe Satan worshipers, or just a long and dead old couple of the sorts.

The inside of the house wasn't much different than the outside, most of the interior was in shambles and could pose a danger to anyone with exposed skin. 

The house appeared to be quite large, allowing excessive amounts of space for walking and looking around. Matilda practically skipped into the living room and began a search for mysterious objects or possible clues as to who lived here before. They weren't finding anything strange or unusual, other that the occasional beer can left crumpled and rusted on the old floors. 

The two girls took a peek at the other rooms on the main floor, searching through cabinets, looking underneath forgotten furniture, and even peaking inside any holes busted in the crackling drywall. Sadly, they came up empty handed, well, except for the ten dollar bill that Melody found in a questionable looking couch. 

"Ugh, we haven't found anything cool! I thought we'd find at least one possible human bone or a blood splatter or something, but all we found was old beer cans and wrappers", Matilda grumbled as she kicked at a small shard of wood protruding from the floor.

"Hey, come on, I'm sure we'll find something! We haven't even looked around upstairs yet, and who knows, maybe there'll be a 'possible human bone' or a 'blood splatter'," Melody used air-quotes around the chosen words and mocked Matilda's voice in a slightly deeper tone, "at least we know there's no one on the main floor now" Melody shrugged.

"Yea I guess so, come on! Let's go find some weird shit."

~~~~SETTING SKIP!! (Ryan and Shane's turn!)~~~

Shane and Ryan drove in silence as the bumpy roads jostled their vehicle and completely ruined Shane's focus.

He was currently looking at a map, one that could hopefully lead them to the house where the supposed suicides had occurred, apparently, a family had taken their lives as a sacrificial offering for the devil. The only problem was that Shane's phone was at 4% and they still had at least ten more minutes to drive, so Shane was trying desperately to memorize where they had to go in order to end up at the suicide house. 

A particularly large pot-hole almost sent Shane out of his seat, ruining his concentration once more.

"Jesus Christ, Ryan," he sighed angrily, "if we hit another pot-hole I'm opening the door and jumping out of this car."

"Hey man, we're almost there, right? We've got like ten more minutes until we get there and then our ghostly adventure can begin!", Ryan knew that Shane didn't believe in ghosts, or the supernatural in general for that matter, but he still liked to bring him along for friendly bonding time. 

"If my phone dies before we get there then it'll be longer than ten minutes, and the only ghosts we'll be seeing are ourselves when we get lost out here and die", Shane grumbled morbidly as his phone dropped to 3%, only seven more minutes to go. 

The two rambled for a short time about ghosts and drug-addicts and theories of how the house got it's reputation. Shane would not let up on his concern that the pair wouldn't reach the house and they would have to go home without even a whiff of a potential "adventure".

"Relax, man. It's not like we're out in the great wilderness, there's houses like a mile back that way so it wouldn't be a long walk to get help. And we have a full tank of gas, so if anything we could just drive back home. You need to just relax and enjoy my company!" Ryan stated with ease as he took a sharp turn that had them on the road to the suicide house, of course, this is the name that Shane and Ryan had given it. 

"Don't get me wrong, your company is fantastic, but I don't think we're going to see any ghosts out here, Ryan. I've told you this before" Shane commented as he watched his phone drop to 1%, the house was in eyesight as they rolled slowly to a stop. 

The two men gathered their backpacks and jackets as they eyed the rickety old house. 

"Well, it certainly looks haunted", Ryan mumbled as he took in the view.

Shane laughed at his nervous comment, and took a large step away from the car and onto the yellow, dry grass. It crunched underneath his feet as the crickets chirped and the night sky threatened to swallow them whole. 

Ryan scrambled to catch up as he straightened out his jacket and backpack, looking down to double check that his "ghost hunting boots" were tied tightly and there were no surprise rips in his clothing. 

Shane stepped onto the old wooden deck and visually swept over the front of the house, the windows were shattered and the door was cracked and splintered. He hesitantly reached out a hand to push open the grey door as Ryan approached him from behind, waiting for the taller man to allow him entrance into the strange, unknown residence of potential Satan worshipers.

Finally, Shane pushed open the door and took a step inside. The wood once again creaked underneath his large boots as he wandered into the abandoned home, curiously searching for rooms  and cabinets. Ryan had done the same, and they had both gone relatively silent, occasionally speaking up to laugh at a peculiar object or small sounds coming from the second floor.  

Of course, the two men were completely oblivious to the fact that there was something making noise upstairs, and that something was the two girls known as Melody and Matilda.