*"It was him again" I spoke softly.
This person was starting to scare me.
"What did he say"
"'I told you to put it back, get out, get out I went out to be faced with darkness and then I closed my eyes saying it was just a dream and he laughed and told me I was wrong, but he used my name, Michael I'm scared" I confused.
"Theirs nothing I can do" he looked sad.
"Why"
"Because I'm fucking dead, what do you want me to do, ay, send him back where he came from, he's a king he'll come back for you and trust me he ain't leaving till he gets what he wants he's afteryouanditain'tgonnaend pretty" he shouted at me, I was startled he's never been this aggressive before, never.
"And what's that" I snarled.
"You"*
Brooklyn POV
After what Michael had told me I left the house in a rush, to where? I don't know but I wasn't staying their with my psyco dead friend, no way in hell.
I walked down the desalted streets of Seattle, the cold air blowing though my hair, I find it hard to think about life in the place I've been put in, its emotional but still I thought.
Why is Luke after me, I've done nothing to him, why won't he stop until he has me and why did he kill mother and Mikey.
"Are you okay" I got brought out of my thoughts to the sound of speaking.
"I'm fine" I fake smiled looking at the girl, she was pretty, pale white skin, golden hair and beautiful eyes.
"Then why are you crying" she asked softly placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Just thinking about life I guess" I sighed shrugging.
"How rude off me, I forgot to intrude my self" she laughed "I'm Lilian berry and you are"
"I'm Brooklyn Halliday, would you like to come to mine?"
"I have a feeling we'll be good friends"
*-*
"Your house is beautiful" she glared at the old house.
"It's not mine, it's my foster house" I looked to the ground finding my feet interesting.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that" she sighed going into the red building.
"Make yourself at home" I mumbled following after her.
"I've been hear before" she turned on her heel facing me "With Luke, we used to erm.. date, but I fucked it up" tears pricked at her eyes.
"Do you mind me asking, Luke who and what did you do" her eyes widened looking behind me and shook her head violently from left to right. "What"
"I've gotta go, have fun in your house" she ran out the house leaving me confused.
"Shit" i looked around the house frantically checking every room, the door was open and no ones in, forgetting about the sprits that lived hear, I kept searching.
BANG
"Fuck" I ran down the stirs and kept searching the house.
BANG
The noise was coming from the basement.
"GET OUT" I recognised the voice, it was the pale eyes voice.
"Michael" I shouted running to the basement door and opening it a bit and peeking my head though. "Michael" I whispered.
"I'm not Michael" a Aussie accent boomed though the large unground room.
"Who are you" confidence was not in my voice, at all.
"I'm Ashton, your babysitter"
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Murder house
Fanfic"you think you can get away from me, hide, act as if i'm not here! honey, i'm here, and this is just one big nightmare you cant wake up from"
