ghost stories • 5sos

michael // three.

"That's bullshit," Caitlin said as she threw a random twig into the fire.

Ashton scoffed,"No it's not. There are police reports and everything on this, we even learn about it in school."

"That's not what I meant. I meant the satanic shit. Some stupid 50 year old bastard probably murdered them for no reason and carved the pentagrams into those kid's wrists as some sick joke."

"Didn't the police rule it as a murder suicide though?" Mack asked.

I shook my head,"No, because the knife they found laying on the ground beneath the boys had Ethan's fingerprints on it."

"But they ruled Ethan's time of death to be before those guys'."

"Exactly."

The group fell silent.

It was true. They had estimated Ethan and Tiffany's time of death to be around 12:30a.m.

Those three boys died at approximately 3a.m.

And Ethan's fingerprints had been on that knife, too.

And on the rope that had been tied around the three boys' necks.

Everything pointed to Ethan being the one responsible for the murders of Tyler Johnson, Evan Moore, and Sawyer Reese.

All except the times of death.

I always thought it was strange how the three had been murdered at 3a.m., which everyone knew to be the Witching Hour.

The hour of the night where the spirits come out to play.

Maybe even the demons would make an appearance.

In my opinion, one demon definitely made his presence known that night 47 years ago.

I took a moment to look down at Kenz. Since I started telling the story, she had scooted closer to me, practically in my lap by this point. I rubbed her arm soothingly, placing a small kiss to the side of her head.

"So that's it?" Cam questioned as she softy touseled Ashton's hair.

"That's all of that story. You guys know that there's like 20 different stories of weird shit that has happened at Lake Willow since they found those bodies. People who come out here go missing all the time."

"Then please remind me why the hell we brought our girlfriends out here," Luke grumbled as he glared at me, also reaching over to wrap his arm protectively around Caitlin.

Caitlin looked up at Luke, her eyes flashing between his eyes and his lip ring briefly,"I mean, we agreed to it so we kinda got ourselves into this. And besides, it's probably not even true anyways."

"You guys seriously don't believe any of the stories people tell about this place?" Ashton questioned.

He had one hand on a bottle of Smirnoff, the other was placed gingerly on Cameron's hip. Ashton would always treat Cam as if she would crack beneath his touch at any moment, and I thought it was adorable.

I watched as he passed the bottle of vodka over to Luke, who quickly tipped it back to drink. After he was finished, he passed it to Caitlin, who also sipped the clear liquid, causing Luke to smirk at his girlfriend's ability to not even flinch after feeling the vodka burn her throat on the way down.

Mack and Calum sat quietly, staring into the flames of the fire before us. Calum hadn't said a word since I finished the story. I didn't know if it was because he was scared or not, but by the way he was holding onto Mack's hand, I figured he was.

"I believe it."

"Well we obviously know that you do Michael. But what about the girls?"

Cameron raised her hand, making Ashton's eyebrows raise up in surprise,"I actually remember a couple of stories about stuff that has happened here since those bodies were found."

I could feel my face twitch into a smirk, which is a facial expression that I used all too often.

"Great. Cam, it's your turn."