The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

12.

I quickly dart to the door as rain starts pouring outside, making the loose curls on the top my head stick to the back of my neck. I unlock the door, shaking my head off at the entrance. The water hits the floor in droplets.

I quickly strip down, starting with my black T-shirt, which is clinging to my wet skin. After successfully removing the soaking garment, I finish off by ridding my body of my tight black skinny jeans. They hit the floor with a click, the noise caused by the belt attached to my pants.

I walk to my room, clothes in hand, and throw them in the washer before making a turn to my bedroom. I find a new pair of black boxers and slip them on after taking off the wet ones. I almost decide to just spend the rest of my day in bed, but then a thought pops into my head.

I head for the staircase, determined to figure out why Anna haunts my home. Not an ounce of fear seems to come to mind as I quickly walk up the stairs, opening the door without a second thought.

Once I'm in the room, (which is surprisingly not too dark, from the window only having half the wood on its frame) I step towards the window, pulling the rest of the wood off and making the room even brighter, even though the sky is littered with clouds.

As I'm ripping off the last piece, I feel a sudden cool breeze seem to blow past me. I stop what I'm doing, about to turn around when a voice stops me. "Who said you could do that?" a sweet yet awfully creepy voice asks. I hesitate before slowing, turning around and bracing myself for the worst.

Standing across the room is a tall, slim figure, staring intently at me. A gasp leaves my lips. Anna is standing before me. I'm not for sure if I should talk to her, or just quietly leave. My plan of figuring out why she is haunting my house no longer worries me, now that she's standing right in front of me.

"Must I repeat my question?" her stare seems to harden, the longer she locks gazes with me.

"I-I..." I'm completely lost for words.

"I have a strong feeling you lack intelligence," she tells me, taking a step closer and slowing bringing her hands to the front of her dress. I can see it glisten when the light hits it: a knife.

"Has the cat got your tongue? Or should I do that for him?" a sinister smile seems to take over her features as she raises the knife clearly, to where I can see it. "I advise you to leave," she says, glancing over at the door.

Something inside of me tells me she's harmless, even though she's holding a knife and practically threatening me with it. For some odd reason, I feel fearless.

"No," I finally spit out, standing my ground. She looks taken back.

"No?" she repeats.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" I smirk, seeming to irritate her even more. She starts laughing- well, more like cackling- her heads falling back before she snaps back up to look at me.

Before I know what's happening, she has thrown the knife and it hits the window frame, directly beside my head. I freeze, no longer feeling fearless against her.

"I meant to miss," she tells me coldly, and makes her way towards me. I find this a good time to get the hell out of there, running out of the door, passing her up and sprinting down the steps.

After slamming the door, I grab my keys and wallet before heading out the door and getting in my car. I speed down the slick wet road, driving through town searching for a cheap hotel I could spend the night at.

I drive around for probably twenty minutes (pretty sure I was just going in circles) before I finally pull up to a building named 'Econo Lodge'. It's a small motel, with one floor. All the rooms are lined up on one side of the building.

I get out, quickly running to the door of the small rundown lobby, trying to avoid getting any wetter, since I didn't think to grab an extra pair of clothes. When I enter the motel a bell dings above my head, signalling the old man behind the desk that he has a customer.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the man looks well over seventy, his hair gone white, and with the small stubble for a beard.

"Yes. I need a room for the night," I tell him.

"Just one night?" he asks, glancing up at me through eyes hooded with drooping wrinkles.

"Yes."

"Alright, that will be eighty-eight dollars."

After paying him, he gives me a key and directs me towards the right room. I hurriedly make my way towards the room and successfully unlock the door. I switch on the light and make my way over to the small bed.

The room looks a bit on the dirty side, but I guess it'll do for one night. I turn on the old box TV, searching for something worth watching, but after finding nothing on the five channels, I decide I'll just head to bed. It's still fairly early, but I get under the covers, setting my alarm for seven thirty.

* * *

I wake up the next morning, stretching before getting out of bed. I grab my phone and wallet off the nightstand, before heading out of the room and back towards the Lobby.

It seems to be a pretty decent day, the sun is out and only a few clouds fill the sky. I open the door to the motel. Going straight for the desk, I hand over the key to the old man.

I turn to leave when his voice interrupts, "You bought The Sexton House, didn't you?" I slowly turn around to face him.

"I did," I say, running my hand through my messy hair.

"She's still there, isn't she?" his voice lowers, like someone could hear our conversation. I nod.

"Yes. She is." he's the first person, other than Charlie, that I have told about Anna.

"Is that why you stayed here?" he asks, shifting behind the counter that separates us.

"Yes, sir." he starts to laugh, shaking his head at me.

"You can't run from her, son." his face becomes serious before saying, "I tried that long ago...And guess what?" he pauses, shaking his head as I raise a brow. "I still am."

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[A/N]

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT

I ALSO STARTED WRITING SHORT HARRY STYLES STORIES please go check them out!

Well now that I apologized I just want to say I almost rewrote this chapter because I hate

how Anna first real talking scene was idk did you think it sucked?

I will try to update hopefully before Thanksgiving because I will be pretty busy considering I have to attend three Thanksgiving dinners (imma be fat)

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