The Haunting of Sunshine Girl

Chapter 54

Sunshine heard something.

The power's out and it's late in the night. She holds a flashlight shakily, narrowing her eyes as she tries to figure out what's going on. This feels oddly familiar, and reminds her of the times when they first moved into the house; when the power would cut out, the ghosts would attack, the bathroom...

Crazy to think it's been a year and four months since then.

Sunshine freezes when her flashlight falls on a shape slumped in her chair. Black hair falls over pale skin and, telling by the gray jacket, it's Victoria.

There's a lump in her throat. "Victoria?" Sunshine says cautiously.

"It's all your fault," Victoria is crying, looking down at the ground as she mutters the words over and over again.

Sunshine narrows her eyes. "Victoria. What's wrong?"

"It's all your fault...." she repeats to herself.

Sunshine frowns. "Victoria..." She makes her way in front of the woman, eyes going wide when she snaps her head up to look at Sunshine.

"I will never forgive you for this," Victoria snarls, "and neither will your father."

The door slams open and Sunshine jumps, caught off guard. When Sunshine looks back at the chair, she's gone. "Victoria?" Something deep within Sunshine pulses and tells her that...this isn't Victoria. "Where are you?" What does she mean, anyway, by 'I'll never forgive you for this'? How does Victoria know her father?!

She shakes her head and stumbles out into the hallway. "Victoria," she calls again, feeling lightheaded as she walks. Sunshine squints and nearly doubles over when she sees Uncle Tommy standing at the foot of the stairs, face coated in a mixture of blood and — and is that the plant compost?

"Uncle Tommy?" she asks, horrified. Sunshine's hands begin to shake and she takes slow steps down the stairs. Is this real? Or...or fake? How does she even tell?!

When Sunshine is five steps from the bottom, Uncle Tommy turns and disappears behind the wall. Sunshine quickly follows, peering through the darkness of the house. "Uncle Tommy." A whine catches in her throat when she sees him standing in the living room, looking the same.

A moan catches in her ear and Sunshine whips around, eyes wide. A woman with long, black hair stands in the kitchen, a pale white dress covering her body. That familiar feeling of fear burns in Sunshine's chest but she tries to push it away, tries to focus on using her powers or— or something! "Who are you?"

"Sunshine," Uncle Tommy whispers in her ear. She turns and he's suddenly screaming in her face, voice demonic as it echoes in her ears. Sunshine screams and drops to the ground, throwing her hands on her head.

Silence.

She stays crying for a moment, but eventually finds the strength to regain herself. Sunshine stands to her feet, trembling, and picks up her camera and flashlight. No one is in the house, at least that she can see.

Sunshine makes a sweep through the house— at least, downstairs. No one. She makes her way back upstairs and touches her hand to her chest, feeling her beating heart.

Things are definitely changing.
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Yeah. So. About last night.

She called Uncle Tommy and he was out of town, so he couldn't have been in her kitchen cause he was, y'know, gone. So that's... not comforting in any way. Even if she doesn't want Uncle Tommy in her kitchen spewing brown crap out of his mouth, it still would've been more comforting if it was actually him and not a ghost or a demon or— whatever.