Do I believe in ghosts?
Of course, having seen them my whole life I learnt to get used to them. Part of me always wishes that I can one day end up seeing my parents again to tell them I love them, and that I miss them dearly. Things could've been so different growing up...
But in all, I learnt to get used to the lingering shadows around me as they follow me everywhere. Some would stare at me with nostalgia, wishing that they could once again walk amongst the living. Others would have an ominous presence about them, flickering slightly and sometimes growling softly. It came to a point where they couldn't scare me anymore, however, nothing could prepare me for what was coming...
I sigh softly as I open my eyes, my pale face staring back at me in my reflection on the car window. I have light blue eyes, bordering on grey, medium length brown hair which I ended up changing to a purple black color, and my lips dotted with a few small scabs - having bitten my lip too hard from worry.
Matt's head silently resting against my shoulder, our fingers intertwined, softly caressing the back of his hand with my thumb.
I hear Sara quietly pray to herself, "please God, don't make him suffer. Please make it work. Or I'll-"
I look up to the white rosary hanging from the rear-view mirror; I have never been the religious person, but lately I even find myself sometimes also praying, to whatever is out there, to whoever would listen.
Matt interrupts softly giving me a fright as I did not know that he was awake, "talking to yourself is the first sign of losing it."
Sara glances up into the rear-view mirror catching Matt's gaze, she responds, "I was not talking to myself, I was talking to God."
Matt chuckles lightly, "well threatening the creator of the universe is like step 2. That can't be good."
"I was not threatening him. I was simply letting him know how precious you are to me."
Matt straightens up beside me. "You got to pull over Mom. I'm going to be sick."
Sara looks over to Matt smiling, "very funny."
Matt raises a hand to his mouth, and I instinctively start rubbing his back, hoping to make the nausea a little better. "No, I'm serious, I'm really going to be sick."
Sara hastily pulls over as Matt gets out and rushes as far as he can before he can't hold it any longer.
"Just whatever, just don't look okay. I'm alright." He gestures for us to look away as his frail body heaves.
Chapter 2 ~ End
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Fanfiction - The Haunting In Connecticut
Fanfiction(In the process of editing!) If you have seen the movie, you should know what it is all about :) For those that haven't - A family is forced to relocate because of their son's health, they then begin experiencing supernatural behavior in their new h...
