Dead Girls Don't Cry[ON HOLD]

Chapter One: Don't Go in the Attic

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"...Who's that looking in the shadows

Who's that screaming in the night

Who's that hiding in the darkness

On this moonlit night..."

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Dead Girls Don't Cry

Chapter One: Don't Go in the Attic

I hate my life, Asher Wields thought, looking at his death.

The two story house stood before the four of them in its gloomy state. The windows broken as the torn and stained curtains blew furiously, escaping the clutches of the house as they licked out the forbidden freedom out of those windows. It was a house filled with tragedy and sorrow. A house that all teenagers knew about as haunted.

The story was told to frighten children but that was just for them to not come near this place. Dark Waters' personal haunted house where no community service workers had to be dressed up and scare you while you walk inside. Asher swallowed hard, not liking the strange feeling this house held. With the willow tree standing proudly in the front yard, its branches almost reaching the dead grass resembling a person weeping in sorrow, Asher felt eyes. They scorched his skin and as he gazed upon this fragile looking house, he swore he saw something dash away from the small window at the top of the house.

If he wasn't that afraid--not like he would say anything to his friends that he was--he would mistaken it for his imagination but he knew of the history of this house. He knew that whatever he would see in this house would not be his imagination. Not even close.

"C'mon, Asher, stop stalling!"

Asher glanced at one of his closest friend, Axel, who grinned like the Mad Hatter himself. His dark brown hair was tousled from the autumn wind while those ocean blue eyes taunted him.

Axel held his grin intact as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, leaning against the 1965 Cadillac Classic. He was the more civil one of the group like a Pacifist. Never solving his problems with violence but reasoning. He wasn't easily tempered like Slug but everyone knew not to cross his line. "The sun's about to set, Ash," he reminded him, a smug smile plastered on his face.

Asher glared at him as Medusa slapped his chest with a camcorder and a flashlight. "Do I really need to record my night here?"

Medusa nodded, brushing one of her dreads behind her ear, a cheeky smile on her pink, full lips, "I wanna see what goes on inside there. It'll be gnarly if we see some wicked activity."

Asher rolled his eyes at his Californian friend, "Jason told us already that you hear a lady's voice and things being moved. Can't you just be satisfied with that?"

"Stop being a wussy, Asher, and just do it!" Slug snapped, his forest green eyes narrowed into a glare which hardly ever softened. His red Mohawk wasn't sprayed up like usual instead it peeked out from his beanie. He was different just like the rest. His tanned skin inked with tattoos, hardly letting skin to show. His earlobes stretched, a septum piercing glistening underneath the setting sun's light, and the way he gave off the 'Don't-mess-with-me-or-I'll-go-ape-shit-on-your-ass' attitude made Slug who he was. He steadied himself against the light post, a cigarette between his lips while his hands dug deep into his leather jacket's pockets. And to think Medusa was dating this guy.