Nothing Feels Real Anymore [Mystery Skulls-Ghost fanfic]

four

I blink. What just happened? A few seconds ago, someone burned off my makeup and I was weak and queasy, now I feel great. But how did I get here? I remember being at the doctor's office.

"Look what we have here, fellas!"

I look in all directions.

"It's a little girl!"

Where are they?

"Let's eat her!"

There's at least two or three voices around me. I can't seem to see whom it's coming from.

"I wish you morons would leave someone alone just one time!!" I feel a large hand grip my mine. I turn and see beside me the burning-off-makeup man. I can't make out his all for the details of his face, but I think he possesses really really pale skin, pink pompadour hair, and dark rings around his eyes.

His must have noticed me squinting, he snaps his fingers and glasses appear on his hand. I releases my hand and gently places the glasses perfectly on my face. I blink hard several times as my eyes quickly adjust to them. I smile and look up at him.

I gasp and stand back.

"Your-your face! It's a-a skull!!"....with a pompadour, levitating above the husky body. This is freaky.

"Well, of course, do you expect me to look like Nicolas Rhodes*?"

I open my mouth and I'm about to scream when his giant hand rushes to cover my mouth.

"Please, don't scream, okay? Yes, I know, this is new to you and all-but whatever you do, DON'T SCREAM. You might wake up the others!"

I nervously nod and he slowly removes he hand.

"Okay, I'm Lewis and I'm a ghost, you are...?" he gestures toward me awkwardly.

"I'm not sure anymore." I say, shaking.

He is a ghost! Dad says that there are no ghosts!

Lewis closes in on me and glares at me right in the eye.

"You look like someone I used to know...." he thought for a moment and realized something. "Your her! Your Arthur's kid! You're beautiful!" He strokes my mint green hair.

"How do you know my dad?" I ask, I'm still shaking, my legs are weakening.

Lewis turns around dramatically, his back facing me. "He murdered me."

Something in my stomach turns. A ghost wouldn't lie...would he?

He gazes at me with those sad violet eyes. He's not.

I began to hyperventilate.

"WHY DIDN'T HE TELL ME ABOUT THIS? WELL OF COURSE HE WOULDN'T! BUT HE'S MY DAD HE HAS TO TELL ME. I'VE BEEN LIVING WITH A MURDERER MY ENTIRE LIFE!"

*Nicolas Rhodes is from VioletteWaters 's story Warning:Objects in the Mirror are Closer than they Appear
GO AND READ IT DUDES IT IS SERIOUSLY MY FAVORITE BOOK EVER