WE DIDN'T MEAN TO

CHAPTER 2

The house was creepy and old. The windows were dusty and broken. the door had red paint peeling off,the house was covered in ivy, dead flowers and plants covered the garden. The fence was rusty and rotting. The area has over grown weeds. The door looked like it was coming off the hinges.

Dry bloody hand prints covered the ground and the framework of the door. The boys looked at eachother in fear. "What are we going to do?" Asked Jasper, shaking slightly.

Dylan looked at the blood and prayed that wasn't gabby. "There is only one thing we can do" he said putting a hand on jaspers shoulder. Jasper sighed, frowning. "Please don't be ghosts...." He prays silently, before straightening up. "Let's go in." He said, setting his jaw in place to look hard and tough.

Dylan made his way to the door,his eyes glued on the bloody handprints around the door. He checked them out to see if they had anything that could give them a clue that it was gabby. He didn't like the vibe the house was giving off. The boys then felt something or someone watching them. Jasper made faint whimpering sounds, but otherwise was quiet. "I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOSTS." He repeated to himself, trying to convince his self. "Ghosts ain't real. Ghosts ain't real."

Dylan looked over at him and sighed
"If we are going to find gabby you need to stop" he said as he put his hand on the door handle. It was cold to touch. He then twisted it as the door opened

The feeling was getting worst. It was unclear what was watching them. Jasper nodded shakily and walked into the house, trying to act brave. "Gabby?" He called, but received no response. "It's me! Jasper!"

"Gabs,its us,this isn't funny" the boy yelled out looking left and right. The door then closed and there wasn't any wind. The hallway looked Victorian. With big silk curtains that looked ripped,the coat rack had chipped wood on it,the starts had carpet that was coming off the stairs. Jasper freaked out and jumped into Dylan's arms. "W-Why'd it s-shut?" He whimpered, his head buried into Dylan's neck. "T-There's no wind D-Dylan...."

Dylan dropped him
"I'm not a mind reader jasper,I have no idea" he said. He was more worried about gabby. He began to walk forward the floorboards creaking as he walked.

The feeling of them being watched seemed more intense now they were in the house. Jasper grunted as he hit the ground, getting up. "Goddammit Gabby...." He mumbled. He shivered at the feeling of being watched, and ran to catch up with Dylan.

Dylan looked around once again
"Gabby,come on this isn't funny" he said as he went into the first room

The hallway also had paintings of people,one of them was a 16 year old ginger haired girl.. Jasper examined the painting. "Hey Dylan..... Who do you think this is?" He asked, tracing the photo.

Dylan walked over and looked at the picture
"I have no idea" he said as he checked out the little white writing in the corner. The girl has dark skin and brown eyes that looked like they were watching,staring at them

The writing at the bottom said
'Anna Mills, 16'

Jasper frowned slightly. "I think this might be our g-ghost." He stuttered out, growing more nervous. "S-She's the clue to f-finding Gabby, I bet."

"Ghosts aren't real,she might of hair tripped and came in here to seek shelter" the teen boy said as he walked into what looked like a living room.

It had a three seater couch with silk covering that had very well designed flowers on it. It had a two seater couch with the same designs. They were both red. It had a wood table that looked scratched and broken. Jasper looked unconvinced. "I have a hard time believing in ghosts man.... But that's the only way to explain what's going on. How did Gabby just.... Get dragged off then?"

"We don't know she got dragged off,she ran off didn't she" he said checking out the living room. He looked at the pillows that had stuffing coming out of it and had similar designs on them. Jasper bit his lip. "Yes but....." He sighed quietly. "I don't know. You saw the dry blood and... And the destroyed furniture." He whimpers.

"The dried blood might be when she slipped and began to bleed and got blood on her hands and tried to open the door" he said "and the funture,well it's an old house in a forest" he said as he kept looking around. More photos and pictures covered the walls. "How do you explain the feeling of being watched then?" He asked, looking at each photo for any clues and/or hints.

Dylan sighed
"Fine that can't be explained but it might just be the fact that these photos make it seem like we are being watched" he said as he looked at the photos still

All of them had the same girl in. Some of her as a young girl and some were of her when she was older. Some were with her family. Jasper bit his lip. "Why is there so many photos of one girl? My family barely even has one photo of me..... But that's for a different reason." He sighed, shoulders dropping.

"I don't know,why are you keep asking me these stupid questions" he said
"And I know but let's just not think about that,we have to focus on getting gabby and leaving" Jasper growled. "Because they have every thing to do with Gabby, Dylan!" He huffed and began walking off, only to let a high pitch scream out.