*"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"*
Brooklyn POV
"Can you get out my basement please" I shouted down to him.
"I need this box, get Mikey please" rude much, come into my house scare the living shit out of me and then ask me to get a dead person for you, wow great start.
"I dunno where he is" I turned on my heel and jumped back loosing my balance and nearly falling down the wooden steps.
"Hey Brooklyn" he grinned widely at me.
"Hey Mikey, someone called Ashton's down in the basement" I shrugged and walked into the kitchen.
"I can't go down their" he stated sadly.
"Well shout him to get out" I said in a duh tone.
"Oh yeah" he laughed walking away from me.
I looked around the room for food finding a note on the door I read it;
Hey honey, me Niall an Calum have gone out wont be back for the week, Ashton is a good friend of mine, don't be scared of him, he's gonna take care of you, your mum has stuff to sort out aswell,
Lots of lo-
"get out" a voice whispered from behind me, the coldness been felt on my skin, I jerked forward trying to get away from the, what ever it was, and ran up to my room screaming, rooting though the draws I found my bracelet quickly putting it on.
"get out" the voice whispered again, I turned around not feeling scared anymore.
"Oh god, Mikey don't do that" I puffed in relief.
"I'm sorry Brooklyn, I didn't know you would of reacted that much" he laughed going to pull me into a hug only being pulled back.
"GET OUT" a voice boomed from Michaels direction.
"That's enough Michael" I laughed opening my eyes to see a dark, yet cold shadow pinning him against the wall. "GET OFF" I shouted trying to grab the dark force.
In my attempt to grab it, I was thrown to the floor. "Oh, you sly bastard" I screamed in pain, my wrist was twisted, all of a sudden the dark spirt stopped its attempt to re-kill my friend and disappeared to god knows where.
I ran over to Mikey, if I'm being honest he looked like death "Are you okay"
"I'll be fine, get Ashton out of the basement, NOW!" With out another word or objection I ran towards the basement and into the door, hitting my closed fist on it I tried to open it but failed everytime.
"ASHTON" I shouted banging my fist again and again, after failing and the bangs and pleads for him to open I heard voices and decide to ears-drop.
"Why are you hear Ashton" the voice that had been tormenting me for ages asked my dads friend.
"To babysit, why are you hear Hemmings"
"To retrieve what's mine, and you have a funny way of baby-" he stopped the conversation "wait their" i could hear foot steps coming up the stirs.
"Shit" I cursed trying to move my feet but they had none of it.
The door opened slightly revelling blue eyes and nothing more apart from the darkness surrounding them.
"GET OUT" I demeaned his words running for the front door, only it was locked and I couldn't find the keys in this dark mess.
The voice laughed and tried to touch my arm to get my bracelet. "Fuck" I felt a spark come from my arm and him pulling away. "GET OUT, NOW"
"Wow, you know how to swear and you've added another word to your vocabulary" I laughed crossing my arms over my chest, confidence was an understatement.
"Listen you little shit, GET OUT" the venom in his voice was sickening.
"How about you piss off back to where you came from and GET OUT my house" the lights flicked back on and Ashton was on the floor outside the basement with a black box in hand.
"What was that"
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Murder house
Fanfiction"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"
