The Many Adventures of the Avengers and Friends

💛💦Ghosts Are Real (Part 2)

~Night~

That night, Olivia found herself in a dream. She was outside in the field, though in the distance she could see a figure. The red ghost that had come after her the night before. It was pointing left in Olivia's perspective.

She suddenly jerked awake in a coughing fit. Sitting up, Olivia took notice of the spot of blood on her pillow. Did she cough it up? Why would that have happened? She sat up and glanced at her fingers to find blood on those, too.

"Loki?" She asked, but once again, her husband was nowhere to be found. Again, she stood up and went for her candles. Gripping the candelabra tightly, she stepped out into the middle of the room.

"If you're here with me, give me a signal." Olivia whispered out in the darkness. She raised her hand up in an almost offering gesture. "Touch my hand."

Olivia walked around the room, just a little bit, finding no response for a moment. Then, she felt something jerk her hand down, dragging her to the floor. She hit the ground, her candles blowing out from the rush.

Before she could collect herself, she heard the sounds of a man screaming from her bathroom. Water was splashing and there were even louder screams. Then, they stopped with no warning, like they were cut off. Cautiously, Olivia stood up and walked to her bathroom door. She opened it, finding, to her surprise, a red ghost in the bathtub. But this one was different from the first one. It had a huge meat cleaver stuck in it's skull.

The ghost twitched and started groaning. It slowly stood up in the deep red water. It stepped out of the tub and Olivia again panicked. She ran out of the bathroom and out of her bedroom into the hall.

"Leave here now." The ghost seemed to hiss.

"Loki! Loki!" Olivia called out desperately. The ghost inched ever closer to her, moving stiffly.

"Olivia, his blood will be on your hands." The ghost whispered ominously.

"Olivia!" Loki called from the end of the hall.

"Loki! Come quick!" Olivia screamed, running towards his voice. They met at the second landing of the stairs, Amora close behind Loki.

"Olivia, what's the matter?" Loki asked with concern.

"A man in the corridor, there!" She replied frantically. Loki looked down the hall where Olivia had gestured, but finding nothing.

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~Bedroom~

"There was such a hatred in his eyes-- and intelligence. He knows who I am and he wants me to leave." Olivia said desperately. She was sat on her sofa in her room, the fire roaring in the fireplace next to her. Loki sat next to her as a comforting presence while Amora made tea on her tray.

"Nonsense, my dear. You're not going anywhere. You had a bad dream, you were sleepwalking." Amora tried to say in a calm tone.

"No! I'm afraid I shall go mad if I stay." Olivia protested.

"My dove, you're imagining things." Loki said comfortingly. "Tomorrow, why don't we go out? Uh... To the post office. I think some fresh air will do you good."

"No! I have to leave. I have to get away from here." Olivia said shakily as Amora handed her the tea.

"Olivia, this is your home now. You have nowhere else to go." Amora said softly, though Olivia found no solace in her words.

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~Post Office~

The snow was picking up as Loki and Olivia entered the post office. Once Loki signed some papers, some men presented him with the parts he had been waiting to pick up.