Ghost Story

I knew this place, it had been my home for a while. I traced the jagged claw marks on the door. Fresh blood stained my pale fingers, my grip tightened on my camera. Please be alive. These things had finally found the one person I cared about outside of my family and my team. Though we might as well be family. I pushed open the door slowly, not wanted to startle the spirit into doing something irrational. The door swung open easily, barley hanging on its hinges.

"Please god someone help me." His voice called quietly from somewhere in the apartment.

"Help! Somebody please help!" He screamed out to me, or anyone who could hear and help. "Oh Mark~" The spirit called out, trying to locate him. "Leave him alone spirit, you don't belong here!" I had done this thousands of times before, my voice no longer faltered like it once did. "Oh my, the littlest Love. All grown up I see."