I put my hood over my head as my friends and I ran to the abandoned house with ivy growing on the white walls. Our boots splashed several puddles as we tried to avoid getting wet. Once we reached the front porch, we took our hoods off and took our flashlights out.
"I still don't get why we're doing this. How did you even convince us to go with you?" Mahogany said, fixing her hair a bit.
"It's for the thrill of it, Mo. Besides, what's the point of Halloween if there's no scare?" I said, taking my jacket off and tying it around my waist.
"Most teenagers are out partying on Halloween night. And here we are, dressed in black and about to sneak into the house where several people were said to go into and never return." Amy stated. (A/N: Sorry if that's your name. I'm watching Fright Night as I write this 😂)
"Come on. It would probably look good in an application form for the future. Y/n y/l/n, ghost hunter and haunted house expert. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
They laughed before turning their flashlights on. The pointed it towards the wooden door with a dusty window in the middle of it. Mahogany wiped the dirt out of the glass and looked in. I sat down on the old swing, squeaking as it moved. I couldn't help but remember this place.
"Seems pretty creepy in there. I think we should bail. Besides, the door is locked." Mahogany said.
"It was never this way." I muttered.
I stood up and knelt down in front of the door. I felt around on the floor until I found the loose part of the flooring. I took it out and got the key. I stood up and unlocked the door. I looked over at them and went inside, turning my flashlight on.
"How did you-" Amy asked.
"Let's just say I know this place more than most people do." I cut her off.
"Please elaborate."
I shook my head and went in the living room. Their pictures were still on the wall. I couldn't help but smile when I saw his face with his sister beside him. I miss him. I wiped my cheeks as a couple of tears escaped my eyes. He looks so happy back then. It hurts to think of what happened nowadays.
"Earth to y/n. What's wrong?" Amy asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"This guy right here happens to mean the world to me. I used to live in this side of town and he... He was my everything." I stated.
"Was he your boyfriend or...?" Mahogany asked, standing beside me.
"Yeah. He was."
"What happened to the two of you? And why did you even plan to go in his old house?"
I couldn't answer the first question. What happened to the two of us? His actions got in the way. Sooner or later, I would have to tell someone the truth so why not now? We are in his house after all.
"He... He was your typical boy next door. He could sing, play guitar, play the piano, and was extremely hot. I was your typical nerdy chick. I used to climb my favorite tree in the town park and read. One day, he climbed up and started talking to me. Ever since then, we started dating. He was the sweetest guy I have ever known. But then he snapped. He got fed up with God knows what and shot several people at school. We had to be evacuated and they tried to look for him in the building but no one found him. I ran here and saw him get shot. His family moved days after."
"Damn. Sounds like some American Horror Story shit." Amy said.
"In that case, I'm proud to be the Violet to his Tate."
"I'm so sorry, y/n." Mahogany said, hugging me.
"Whatever. Let's just go upstairs, please."
I pulled away from them and made my way to the stairs. They cautiously followed me as I slowly went up. We were close to the top when Amy screamed. Mahogany and I turned around and saw her getting dragged down by nothing, her chin bleeding from the impact against the step. We screamed her name and ran to her but we were too late. She fell to the bottom and tried to stand up but was pushed back down. She backed up, back against the foot of the stairs, and her head was dragged forward before being forcefully pushed against the railings. Mahogany and I covered our mouths and ran to the nearest room we could find. To call this a bad idea would be an understatement.
"Holy shit." She sobbed into her hands.
"What the fuck just happened? It looked as if she were killed by air!" I said, pacing the room nervously.
Something from the table at the corner caught my eye. There was a queen sized bed beside it and a brown guitar. The light coming from the moon hit what seemed like a silver frame and I saw what was in it.
"Shit. Mo, we're in his room." I choked out.
I went over to the picture and held it to my chest as I sobbed. It was the picture one of our friends took when we went out to a carnival.
"Y/n, I hate to be the one to get mad at you in a situation like this but whatever it is that killed Amy might be out to kill us as well." Mahogany stated.
I couldn't help but scowl at her. I placed the picture in my pocket and opened the door. I ran outside the room and stood in the middle of the hall.
"WHOEVER OR WHATEVER YOU ARE, TAKE ME INSTEAD! TAKE ME!" I shouted in the empty house.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mahogany asked, covering my mouth.
"It's better me than you. Amy's gone. Shawn's gone. I would rather be taken away than have you die as well."
"Shawn?"
"My everything."
"Y/n, snap out of it. Please. It's not your fault they're gone."
"YES IT IS! I FORCED YOU AND AMY TO GO WITH ME IN HERE AND NOW WHERE IS SHE?! SHE'S DEAD! AND SHAWN? I COULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER GIRLFRIEND AND BEEN WITH HIM EVERY SINGLE DAY BUT I WAS TOO WRAPPED UP IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD!"
"Y/N! STOP IT!"
When she yelled that, something sent her down the end of the wall. She hit her head hard and was dropped to the ground. This time, I could make out the shape of a man. It wasn't like Amy's case that looked as if she were killed by something invisible. This time I could see it.
Whatever it was turned to me and stared at me for a moment. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was Shawn. His once loving, brown eyes were now black and lifeless. He slowly moved towards me and I didn't know whether I should cry or be scared.
"Shawn." I gasped as it looked into my eyes.
I backed up and hit a wall. I slid down while staring at him. My heart beat accelerated and I couldn't breathe that much. He was so close yet so far. Once he was close to me, I could feel something cold around my neck. I started to lose oxygen as it got tighter.
"Shawn." I choked out, trying to breathe. "Shawn, please."
He just stared at me with his dead eyes and continued to choke me. I closed my eyes as I felt like I was being lifted from the ground. The picture frame slipped out from between my jeans and my jacket and fell on the ground with a loud bang. I was released and fell on the ground, beside the frame. He knelt down and picked up the picture. I just stared at the ghost in front of me as he stared at the picture.
"Shawn, if you're in there... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry I wasn't able to snap you out from your stupid idea that led you to kill and get killed. I... I know I never told you this before but I love you. I really do." I cried.
" You're all I think about when I'm awake
Part of every night and every day
And everything's a mess when you're away
Now I know..." I sang softly.
I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I cried harder. I could feel something on my head as everything around me tightened. I looked up and I saw the Shawn I first met on the tree at the park. It wasn't the same Shawn as the one who killed my friends and tried to kill me. He looked as if he was alive. He didn't look like the ghost of a boy I once knew.
"Shawn?" I asked.
"Hey angel." His voice sounded the same as a few years ago. (A/N: *cue One Direction* 😂)
I hugged him as tight as I could as he did the same. His cold lips were pressed against my forehead and I couldn't help but release a few more tears.
"Please tell me this is exactly like AHS Murder House where Violet and Tate could hold each other with her still being alive and my mind's not playing with me." I muttered against his chest.
"It seems like it, angel."
"I missed you so fucking much."
"I missed you too, y/n."
"I didn't even get to say goodbye to you or even those three little words."
We just stayed like that for a while. I don't think I want to leave. If I get out of this place, I might lose Shawn again and face the pain of losing Mahogany and Amy. If I stay, I would leave everyone else behind.
"Stay with me." He whispered.
I looked up at him, finally making my decision. Instead of saying it right out, I leaned it and kissed him. The familiar feeling of his lips against mine is enough to hold on to. Then, everything went black.
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A/N: If that didn't make sense to you, just know that I don't get it either. 😂✌ Forgive me for posting yet another shitty, cliché imagine and for destroying the horror behind Halloween. We don't really celebrate Halloween but how my brother and I celebrate it is better than asking for candy. We have a horror movie marathon, pull a prank on our maid, then go to Horror rooms. I prefer that over making an effort to get candy that will only bring me to the dentist. I actually wrote this story when I was 14 (two years ago) but changed the characters in it. I also had a better version of this that I wrote last year but I accidentally deleted it. Anyways, HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM ME AND MY BLOOD SPLATTERED NAILS! LOL
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