Dead Girls Don't Cry[ON HOLD]

Chapter Two: Ghost in the Mirror

Dead Girls Don't Cry

Chapter Two: Ghost in the Mirror

"I warned you..."

Asher's eyes flew open, jolting into a sitting position. The sun blared through the small window, conquering the darkness that once swallowed this small, empty room. The stench of mold hung in the air and the sound of little squeaks scurried around him. His gaze scanned the empty attic, wondering why he was once laying on the wooden floor of this room. He was supposed to just look around and sleep in the living room for the night not here.

He rose to his feet, twisting his upper body to the side as the sound of bones cracking pierced through the silence. His mind was blank, the figments of the dream that once consumed him had vanished, leaving no trace, questioning whether it was just his imagination or if it really did happen. As if something could be lurking in the small, wooden crow that once perched on the stoned pedestal instead of a pile of ashes.

Before his mind could muster up the events of last night, he heard voices. They were distant yet clear to his ears.

"Asher!"

"Dude, where are you?"

"Ashy-pooh!"

He cocked his head to the side, slowly approaching the set of stairs leading him down to the door. The voices seemed to grow louder as he descended the stairs, becoming vaguely familiar. The sound of object falling onto the floor and a thread of curses being yelled out made it clear the person who was calling out for him wasn't alone. He grasped the doorknob, slowly twisting it, unaware of the dark figure standing behind him.

Asher opened the door, slipping out of the attic and towards the first floor where he saw three familiar beings in the living room. One was clutching his stomach, dying from laughter as he slapped his knee repeatedly. Asher smirked, leaning against the threshold of the living watching these three hooligans amusingly. The girl's giggle was muffled by her hands covering her mouth, her slim, curved figure was wrapped in a sleeveless pentagram shirt with knee ripped jeans and her pink T.U.K's Creepers were unlaced. Her dreads were pulled back into a ponytail, revealing more of her oval face. The laughing duo had their eyes on the other guy who was struggling to get free from fallen furniture on top of him.

The visible red Mohawk poked out from underneath the other end of the futon, his legs wrapped tightly with the white sheets the couches were covered with. A mess of hardly opened books and sealed boxes were scattered around this scene. Something that got Asher's attention. Last night, the house was clean. Untouched by anyone. The living room wasn't a mess as it was now nor was the dining room. Come to think of it, the whole house was a mess. The windows were shattered even more bringing in more of a wind to breeze through. The wooden chairs were thrown across the room, the dining table broken in half, dead leaves scattered in the kitchen floor and the staircase. Mud splattered on the peeling wall.

Confusion set on his features as he peeled himself off the threshold and approached to the staircase only to be surprised by a red ball set on the top of the stairs. His eyebrow arched in suspicion as he gazed at the ball, expecting it to bounce down the stairs only to be shocked for what was going to happen. Footsteps creaked along the hallway upstairs, approaching the staircase. The sound of someone humming sung to his ears, quickening the beat of his heart. He glanced back at his friends who now were helping Slug get to his feet yet failed when he slipped on something and fell back onto the mess. His head whipped back to the sound of the humming getting louder.

The sudden appearance of a black boot stepping into view made Asher swallow hard. Last he recalled, him and his friends were the only beings in this house. If someone else was snooping around, he would've known. Would have heard them. Unless...