Fear the devil

Chater Seven

"Zachary, Zachary, Zachary." I heard someone yell poking my face.

"Aubree it the freakin' weekend leave me be." I groaned rolling over. I curled up and tried to fall back to sleep. Then I felt a presence of someone, something cold hit me. A shiver ran down my spine. Ghost.

I grabbed the cold and flipping it over behind me. I turned my legs up twisting my body around and crossing it around the cold arm. I was about to twist it out of its socket, when I saw were I was.

Back in that dusty house on Oak Avenue. I huffed out.

"What happened?" I let go of the ghost arm. The ghost ran up and away. I slowly sat up, placing my hand to my head, as my brain pound against my skull. Great.

"You passed out." Angela said.

"Well it was not the alcohol, I only had a fourth of the bottle."

"You never finished stitching up your arm, Sir." A male voice said from behind. I looked up at him a older man his hand were behind his back, he wore an old white lab coat, with dark brown pants and a fully button up shirt mixed with lights and dark brown striped clothing. He had a light brown beard with his squared jaw, But behind them were many other ghost looking worriedly at me.

"And who are you?"

"Dr. Robert, I ran a small doctor office in the house."

"I guess you fixed my stitches."

"No the young lady did." I looked toward Angela whiled she smiled lightly, she was had blood on her forehead, and her hand. She look proud.

"I don't have hands." he held up his arms to show off his stubs of where his hand were supposed to be. I sat up to my feet and looked at his stub in more detailed it was obvious someone with no medical training did this.

"Sorry that happen to you Dr. Roberts." I said sitting back down.

"Thank you,but it been so long, there no need for pity."

"I'm not pitying you sir. It a natural reaction." I said looking away from the man, passed him at the few ghost around. I turned to angela, "Anyways, Angela thank you for stitching me up."

" No problem, it was quite fun. While you were out I did ask Isabella and others some questions." she said proudly.

"What did you find out?" I questioned.

"Well I found out that when she was alive she was married for 7 years, and that her son had killed her daughter, husband and attempted to kill her she end up killing her son, then committing suicide. She was the midnight ghost from earlier. A few years later people moved in and they started to die mysteriously. Then one day the creature just appeared when the building closed down and started to suck all the souls of the ghost or spirits, in order to gain its power."

"It doesn't make any sense. ghost tend to either be vengeful and kill their victim the same way each time, or they ask human or other ghost for help in order to find there killer or to move on."

"Whoo! That cool where did you learn that and how." Angela Awed.

"It in my blood. I was born from a hunter, so naturally the paranormal come to me for all sort of reasons. I learn mostly from my friend Charles and bit and piece from my mother before she died."

"If you don't mind, how did your mother die."

I felt my breath hitch and my body go stiff, I let myself relax slightly.

" She died because I was born, nothing else to be told." I said looking away. "Anything else you learned?"

"The house, is haunted by ghost named Bates."