Percabeth One-Shots

33. Ghost

"Go, open the door." A girl nudged another forwards.

"I can't believe you guys are talking me into this. I should be at home, reading."

"Come on Annabeth, live a little." A boy chuckled, pushing the two girls out of his way to squeeze through the rotting doorway.

"Jason, wait for us." The first girl spoke again, quickly following the boy.

Annabeth sighed, following her friends into the house. "Piper?" She whispered, clicking on a flashlight.

"BOO!" The other girl exclaimed, leaping from the dark space beside the door.

Annabeth let out a short scream. "That's not funny!" She hissed.

"Guys, come on. I found it." Jason peaked his head around the corner behind the stairs, motioning for the girls to follow.

He lead them to a small room down the hall, the walls falling apart at the seems. Almost as if they were disgusted by themselves and the blood that adorned them.

"This is where it happened?" Piper whispered.

Jason nodded, shining a flashlight around the room. "Yeah, they say he killed his dad here then offed himself."

"Wow." The girls breathed then laughed at each other for speaking at once.

"So are you ready to spend the night?" Jason asked, a smile forming as he shone the flashlight under his chin.

"No, you said we were just gonna check it out." Annabeth responded.

"We said we might just check it out," Piper corrected. "And that let the option for staying."

"No," Annabeth asserted. "Have you guys not seen horror movies? This house is haunted and you want to stay, seriously?" She huffed walking back towards the door. "Sorry guys, but I'd like to survive the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode."

Piper moved to block her way out. "Fine, we'll just stay an hour. See if we can see anything, then leave. Deal?"

Annabeth glared at her.

"Please?" Jason added, moving to stand with Piper.

Annabeth we glared at both of them and grunted in frustration. "Fine. One hour. Then we leave."

"Yes!" Jason exclaimed, high-fiving Piper.

The group sat on the floor in the room, Annabeth looking to pass the hour quickly, and the other two looking for ghosts.

"Well, we're not going to see anything just sitting here so," Jason stood and left the room.

The girls exchanged a look. "What..." Annabeth whispered. Piper grinned and stood, offering a hand to Annabeth. Annabeth shook her head. "No. I'll stay here."

"Suite yourself. Call if you see any ghosts." Piper teased as she followed Jason into the hallway.

Their footsteps faded quickly and Annabeth was left in the dark with only her flashlight.

"I didn't kill myself." A voice said behind her.

Annabeth froze. "Who's there?" She breathed.

"I didn't kill myself. That was just an accident." The voice spoke again, echoed by a brush of cold air creeping around to face Annabeth.

So shined the flashlight up to see a pale figure of a boy around her age. Black hair and startling green eyes shown through the misty figure. "Who are you?" Annabeth asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"Percy Jackson." The figure answered. "And I'm the ghost." He used air quotes around the last word.

"Ghosts are real." Annabeth whispered to herself. Seeming to realize exactly what she just said she stood quickly. "Ghost are real." She spoke again with certainty and backed against the wall. "Oh my gods."

"You shouldn't have come here." Percy told her.

"Please don't kill me."

"I don't kill people."

"You killed your dad."

Percy's face grew angry, turning his form from the pale white it was to a darker and sinister form. "He killed my mom first. I was defending myself." He growled. "You shouldn't have come here." Percy repeated, his figure returning to normal.

"Why."

"Because a ghost here does kill people." Percy responded.

A scream erupted from the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps and the sound of the front door slamming closed.

"Your friends left." Percy said. "You should too."

Annabeth nodded blindly, heading towards the door of the room. Percy followed her. She made her way back towards the front entrance where the hallway let out into stairs. Percy put an arm out in front of him. "Wait."

Annabeth looked at the floor in front of her to see a giant gaping hole in the floorboards. One that she swore wasn't there before. "Thanks."

"Who's there!" A voice boomed from the other end of the hall.

Annabeth turned to see another ghostly figure, this one looking much older, hairier, and bigger. It held a broken beer bottle as it ran towards them.

Annabeth found herself holding a metal poker from the fireplace. She swung at the figure, the poker sailing right through his head. But the blow still seemed to hit, sending the figure through the wall, leaving the ghostly image of it collapsing.

"What happened?" Annabeth asked.

"You stopped him." Percy answered. "That was my dad. The one I killed, Gabe."

"I stopped him for good?"

"No, just for now. He'll be back in a few weeks. He always comes back." Percy answered.

Annabeth looked at her watch. "I should go. My friends ran out pretty fast, they might be worried." She started towards the door but found as she reached it, her body was prevented from going through.

"I'm so sorry. But you can't leave." Percy said.

"Why?" Annabeth asked, turning towards him again.

Percy stood next to the hole in the floor and simply looked into it.

Annabeth walked over and looked in herself, seeing herself lying at the bottom of the hole, a glistening silver pipe sticking up through her neck.

"What?" Was all she could say.

"You left the room earlier, and the floor gave out. That's why your friends ran, they saw your body." Percy told her.

"Wait, I'm dead?" Annabeth asked.

Percy nodded. "I'm sorry to say that you're also stuck here until your body is buried, then you can leave."

"Are you buried?" Annabeth asked.

"No. My body is still here." Percy pointed into the hole. Annabeth realized the hole opened into the basement and Percy pointed to the bottom of the stairs where a dusty skeleton sat, crippled. "I was pushed by the other ghost. No one knows I'm here and everyone who enters the house either doesn't stay long, or doesn't leave alive."

"I'm sorry." Annabeth responded. She drew a hand to her neck, feeling the gaping hole where the pole stuck in her body. "Do we have to go with our bodies?" She asked.

"No. Once yours is buried, you can go anywhere." Percy answered.

"I'll stay with you." Annabeth said. "Until you can leave with me."