The Sexton House - Harry Styles * COMPLETED*

13.

The old man's words seem to spark some kind of fear deep inside of me, and it only makes me want to learn more about Anna, and why she is the way she is.

"What do you mean: you still are?" I ask, taking a few steps closer to him.

He stands up a little straighter before saying, "Well son, if you have time for a cup of coffee I'll be glad to tell you a very haunting story." I nod my head, nervous but also eager to know what this man's story is. "Take a seat and I'll go get some drinks." he motions for me to take a seat in the lobby area.

I guess I try my best to get comfortable on the hideous flowered printed couch as I wait for the old man to return. After a few minutes, he comes back with two cups of coffee, I'm assuming.

"Here you go." he hands me mine before sitting down across from me, on an almost equally ugly couch. "Well, before we start, I'm George Harrington." he reaches his arm out for me to shake. I accept.

"I'm Harry Styles."

"It's nice to meet you, Harry," he says, nodding his head at me.

"You too, sir." we both relax back in our seats before George speaks again.

"Well, it all started sixty years ago, at the time I was seventeen; that young and dumb age." he chuckles, smiling at a memory. "The Sexton House had been haunted for about forty or so years before I was dared to go in. Nobody lived there, only a few people kept up the yard, but no one had stepped foot in the house for years." he explains, coughing a bit at the end. "I was over at one of my buddies' house with some other friends, and they dared me to go in... because at the time I was scared of every little thing. They thought it would be funny." he shakes his head before continuing. "They promised me they would go in with me, and they did, but once I was in the house they said for me to really prove I was no longer chicken, I needed to go upstairs. So I did, as the rain poured down, and lightning struck outside, adding to my nerves. But I was determined to prove to them I could do it."

George and I sipped on our coffee. "Once I was in the tower window room, I heard the door downstairs slam shut and I knew at that moment I was in big trouble. But I didn't run, I convinced myself it would be alright. And just as I was looking out the window, this was before they boarded it up, I felt a cold presence behind me, and at that moment I knew I wasn't alone..."

I grip onto my cup, remembering how it felt last night when she showed up. It got icy cold in the room, right before she spoke.
"When I gained enough courage to turn around, I was shocked. Anna was standing mere inches from me. I, of course, screamed bloody murder and started to run out the door, but right as I was beside the exit she threw something sharp at me." he pulls up his sleeve to show a large scar, reaching from his wrist, all the way to his elbow.

"Oh my God."

"Yeah. I thought I would die that night. I won't step foot in that house again for anything." he shivers at the haunting memory, shaking his head.

"You said earlier she still haunts you?" he looks up, locking gases with me.

"She does. She's in my dreams every night. I can still feel her cold presence, even in the middle of summer." I nod my head, almost tempted to call Charlie and tell him he can have his damn haunted house back, but I have a feeling I'm already in too deep.

"Shit," I curse to myself. I forgot all about working today at the graveyard! Charlie will have my head, I've already been late once.

"What's a matter, son?" George asks.

"I just remembered I have to work today," I tell him as I get up. I check my watch to see it's already after eight-thirty. "Thank you for telling me your story, I'm sure I won't forget it anytime soon." I sit my cup of coffee down, thanking him for it.

"No problem," he says as I'm about to walk out the door. "Oh, and Harry... be careful." I nod my head and sprint towards my truck. Thankfully the weather is nice today and not storming like it was last night.

* * *

As I arrive back home, I go straight to the kitchen, grabbing myself a banana before going out the backyard and heading towards the little shed. I can see Charlie tying up what looks like garbage. Once he sees me he shakes his head, before he goes back to tying the bags.

"It's about time you showed up," he says, annoyed. "What'd you do, stay out with some girl?" he raises a brow at me.

I laugh before saying, "Yeah. Something like that." if only he knew the encounter I had with one last night.

"Well don't just stand there, grab these bags and take them around back and throw them in the trashcans," he orders me.

I do as I'm told and grab the heavy bags, before attempting to carry them. "What in the world is in these bags?" I ask, raising my brows as I tug on the tie strings.

"Bodies," he simply says, looking me straight in the eyes. For a second I believe him, before he cracks a smile.

"Ha ha, very funny," I tell him sarcastically. I throw them over my shoulder, groaning at the size before carrying them to the side of the graveyard, where the big blue dumpsters are.

I lift the lid, holding my breath from the stench and then throwing them in. I close it again and start walking back towards the shed. "What else do you need me to do?" I ask Charlie once I'm back. He looks a bit annoyed.

"How about you try using the weedier and going around the tombstones," he tells me, pointing towards the stones.

"All of them?" he looks up.

"Yes, is something wrong?" I shake my head before grabbing the weedier and starting to cut the weeds around the stone tombs.

* * *

I get to the back of the cemetery where the familiar stone of Daniel Sexton lies. I sit the weedier down before taking my break in front of his tomb. The longer I stare at it, the more I wish I knew.

"I sure do wish you could talk, buddy," I whisper, tracing the cement. I start to pull at the grass around the area before speaking again. "I'm going to figure out who you are."

I get up and grab the weed cutter, stalking back towards the shed. I plan to go to the library in hopes of finding something out about him. If he's anyway related to the Sextons, then there should be something there.

I drop off my stuff at the little shack, before heading inside and stripping down to take a shower. I try not to let the memory of Anna last night creep its way back in my head as I run my fingers through my hair with soap.

After I dry off, I grab some clothes and put them on, before putting on my shoes and heading for the kitchen. I make sure to get the keys off the counter before locking the door behind me.

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