[IC] The Spook Club (A Slice-Of-Life/Horror Fusion RP)

[Zoldyck]

-Elizabeth Falke-

Elizabeth listened to some of the other students and was about to turn to ask the person next to her how he was called when he got up and barged out of the room, flipping a desk on his way out. She might not have been the brightest person in the room but it didnt take a genious to figure out that this was the Brody that was a "faggot" according to Lilith. It took all of Eliza's self restraint to not jump up from her chair and cause an even bigger scene then what just transpired. She would love to drag that Lilith by her hair and make her appologise to Brody but that would risk her being expeled. Again.

Anyway, it seemed that Lilith was already getting lectured by a, euhm, guy? He was slightly shorter then Eliza and he had awesome purple hair with the ideal length to headbang with. He then started lecturing Sidney aswell, probably about something that transpired before Elizabeth had been in the classroom.

Andy tried to shift the attention of the group back to what they originally came for: Occult business. A haunted girls bathroom to be exact. Well, that sounded like the premise of a bad horror movie to be honest. Elizabeth did expect them to eventually go to some "haunted" place but not this soon already! Shouldnt the people who knew nothing about the occult be informed about certain things first? Like the difference between the different paranormal entities or maybe doing some more research about the place they were going to? Well, it was Andy's club so he was in charge and he looked like he knew what he was doing.

Eliza stood up out of her chair and started walking towards the door of the classroom, having to resist the urge of hitting Lilith at the back of her head for what happened earlier. Instead she let out a low, nearly inaudible growl as she walked past her.

---

A few minutes later the group reached the "haunted" girls bathroom. Elizabeth had been walking at the back of the group and she vaguely heard some of the members of the group talking as they were already walking in. Eliza peaked into the filthy bathroom and saw that it was already really cramped, what with five people in there. Seems like it would be better if I just stood here and waited for a while, I'd only be walking in the way.

And that was exactly what she was going to do... Until the lights went off in the bathroom, quickly followed by someone letting out a yell of pain.

Eliza walked into the already crowded bathroom and as she entered it a chill went up her spine which made her shiver for a moment. Her eyes needed to ajust to the dark but she could vaguely see the silhouettes of the other students but beyond that she couldnt really see much.

Suddenly there was a bright light which shone right in her face as someone had apparently discovered the flashlight app...

"Verdammte arschloch!" The sudden light which hurt in her eyes made her revert back to her native language because of the shock. "Next time warn me when you're gonna blind me alright?" She said (yelled) rather annoyed.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, anything I can help with boss?" She said to the person she thought was Andy, he had a baseball bat so it was probably him.

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

Coming here was a bad idea. A terrible, terrible idea.

Although to be fair, he had had to divert everyone’s attention to something other than creating chaos, and he really didn’t think that they would have paid much attention to a lecture about cryptids or malevolent spirits, or whatever. Damn skeptics…

And this had been meant to be a brief, interesting trip to a haunted spot. They hadn’t been trying to stir up the ghost.

But of course, that was what had happened. And therefore they were in a really awful situation.

Why? Well, lots of reasons, and in the spirit of being a complete teacher’s pet, Andy had internally compiled a comprehensive list to make things a little easier to understand.

Why this situation really, really sucked.

1. He’d broken his glasses. And they were expensive glasses.
2. As an unfortunate consequence of breaking his glasses, he could see… absolutely nothing. Blurry outlines, maybe.
3. Not helping the situation was the fact that the lights had turned off.
4. Also not helping the situation was the fact that the REASON the lights had turned off was probably the fact that there was a murderous ghost in the room.
5. And of course, the murderous ghost had a captive who they couldn’t leave without.

In other words… yeah. The situation was pretty terrible.

On the bright side, he’d often been informed that his appearance improved tenfold when he wasn’t wearing glasses. So this way, he could die in style. Huzzah.

"I'm fine, are you okay Andy?" said Tori, sounding concerned… and also a little scared. He bit his lip, nervously.

“I’m okay,” he said. “Physically. For now. In the meantime, I’ve broken my glasses, so, yeah. Be on your guard, and if I’m about to walk into a wall, for the love of god, stop me.”

And then there was a crash. A loud crash. Andy jumped about a foot into the air, and landed on his glasses with a loud crunch, again.

Well, those weren’t going to be salvageable.

"AH DAMNIT THAT ACTUALLY HURT!” said someone. Gray, probably. Ugh, so much for investigating without being noticed... Er, anyways, I'm not a fervent believer in spirits roaming the bathroom, but I wouldn't just like to point out that there probably isn't fi-"

More weeping noises. Andy shuddered.

Gray kept talking. “…I felt that there was another set of eyes watching us in here. If I had my sisters supposed latent abilities to speak with spectral beings, this would be a lot easier. However, at this point, there aren't five people in this location right now from what we can understand. There are six... And I think that's the same one Andy warned us in advance. I didn't believe in such things until now, and if you guys didn't either, I would recommend that you start right now."

Well, someone had certainly been converted. He’d felt eyes? Well, now was not the time to be intrigued, but Andy would have to ask him about that later.

Also, the flashlight. Bright, bright, bright… a good idea, but ow. His poor eyes.

Someone started swearing in German. Yeah, he could guess who that was. Foreign tattoo girl, huh?

And then someone else walked right into him, and he stumbled a little. "Eh?! Erm, sorry about that, just trying to look for this ethereal being, eheh, heh... Hm..."

Oh, Gray again. Andy was starting to think that this was going to be a thing. How many people had bumped into or been bumped into by Gray now?

Well, it didn’t matter. It was cold, and there were crying sounds coming from one of the stalls, and this was definitely an awful, terrible situation.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, anything I can help with boss?"

Andy opened his mouth to reply--

And the door slammed shut with a loud crash.

Yeah, they probably should have seen that coming. Shit, he thought, a chill running up his spine. The ghost was serious about this whole ‘kill-the-intruders’ thing, then.

The air was cold, and smelled distinctly like ozone. He’d read online that that was a sign of paranormal activity… not good.

The whimpering continued, but now… he could almost make out words. Could everyone else hear them? Or was it just him? He wasn’t sure.

“I’m so lonely,” whispered the ghost, her voice wracked by sobs. She sounded… scratchy, almost. Like her voice was coming in through a radio or something. The sound of it made the hairs on the nape of Andy’s neck prickle. ”I just want friends… why doesn’t anyone like me?”

“Try the door,” Andy said desperately, not really expecting much. “It’s worth a shot, but we still have to find Brody before we can leave, he has to be in here somewhere--”

And that, of course, that was exactly when two icy cold hands wrapped themselves around his neck, and squeezed.

Andy choked and went down, falling to his knees. There was a heavy weight on his back, and he could see dark hair over his face. Stringy dark hair. It smelled like-- like blood--

“You’re here to take away my friends, aren’t you?” the ghost hissed, directly into his ear. “I won’t let you do that. They’re going to stay with me forever.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was going to die like this, wasn’t he? He struggled, but the ghost was too strong, and he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe--

“The-- Tori, the salt--” he gasped out, choking. “Tori--”

It hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt so bad and he couldn’t breathe and he was too young to die, he hadn’t even done anything yet, he’d just wanted to have fun with some friends and that was why he’d started this club in the first place, but--

Bizarrely, what ran through his oxygen-deprived mind, even as the world started to go fuzzy around the edges, was salt and its historic use in Buddhist traditional faiths to ward off evil spirits.

Thanks, brain. Real helpful.

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

“I’m okay,” he said. “Physically. For now. In the meantime, I’ve broken my glasses, so, yeah. Be on your guard, and if I’m about to walk into a wall, for the love of god, stop me.”

Tori would have laughed if it wasn't for the situation. To make matters worse, a loud bang echoed through out the bathroom and Tori realized the door had shut on it's own. Please don't tell me this is real... While Tori prided herself for being fearless and confident, at the moment she was actually frightened and scared. Things were getting to way too out of hand. First the cold, now the locked door, what else? Surely no one was cruel enough to pull this sort of prank. This had to be real.

The silence from Andy startled Tori. Why wasn't he saying anything after the door slammed shut? Tori, despite her conscious screaming at her to stay, walked out in the darkness, trying to find Andy.

“The-- Tori, the salt--” Andy choked out. “Tori--”

Tori gasped as she saw a slight outline of Andy on the ground choking. Oh my god! What is happening? On the inside, a panic was welling up like a storm but as she always did, Tori managed to keep it from surfacing. Calmly, she threw the pinch of salt in her hand toward Andy.

A slight light flickered around Andy and if Tori squeezed her eyes tight enough, she could just make out an average teenage girl with thin, black hair. The image appeared for a few seconds before disappearing to where, Tori had no clue. As long as it's not here... Remembering Andy had been chocking, Tori bent down beside him.

"Andy?! Are you alright? Take deep breaths... it's okay," She said soothingly, and softly pat his back, hoping to comfort him. Tori could feel her cheeks flame, and for once was extremely grateful for the darkness.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

“I’m not really into taking pictures myself, But I heard that having a ghost in the frame corrupts the picture. If you printed it out, though, then you might be able to see it. I’ve heard a lot of different theories about this, though, so I’m not sure.”

Well, she had done her own research on the subject, so she knew that much. That didn't mean she believed in them, no, quite the opposite still, but she used to read a lot. Leave a kid alone in a library for awhile, and eventually all the books will be read if they liked reading. She wouldn't admit it to anyone either, but she used to love paranormal stuff as a kid so she knew about somethings. Granted, she was a little rusty.

"Yeah yeah, I know." She said, opening one of the stalls, taking a picture of it as it opened. "Kinda. Didn't know they'd appear if you printed them out. I'll have to try that when I get home~" She mused, continuing to inspect the stall. Ugh, it was kind of cold in here. She kind of wanted to take her jacket back, but that'd just be plain mean. Oh well. At least Tori looked cute in it.

...picture for later, then.

At least, she would have, if the lights hadn't started flickering. Right as the lights went out, she snapped a picture in the same instant, causing some minor disorientation. Well screw you too, faulty wiring! That picture was absolutely useless now! Oh well, maybe it was for the best. Still, the darkness of the restroom...was a bit...much, even for her she had to admit to herself. Not like the others were going to know that though.

“You three okay?” Andy asked, before a rather harsh crunch came from the ground. Yeah, those were probably his glasses.

"Ugh, yeah, I'm fine. Must be the old, faulty wiring." She reasoned...did her camera have nightvision on it? If it did, that'd make this a bit easier. Too bad she couldn't see two inches in front of her face, or she'd start pressing buttons on the camera until it did something. And then, a loud bang followed by Giraffe boys agitated voice.

then...there was the crying.

Dear god, that sent shivers down even her spine. This was...not really funny any more. There must have been some sort of...tape or something, hidden along with that AC device or whatever, that had gotten some sound sample off the internet or something. This Andy guy, was turning out to be quite the devious bastard.

....if he was a girl, she'd totally hit on him.

Oh well.

"And looks I'm a bit late on letting my thoughts loose... Eh whatever, I'll do it now, Sidney, don't you dare say this is planned because ever since I stood in front of this bathroom, I could tell there was something off from the start. I didn't see a difference in temperature like you guys, (if there was), however I felt that there was another set of eyes watching us in here. If I had my sisters supposed latent abilities to speak with spectral beings, this would be a lot easier. However, at this point, there aren't five people in this location right now from what we can understand..."

Gray was ranting about eyes or something. What, was he crazy or something? He was talking like he was, anyways. And he was telling her she should start believing in the supernatural too. HA. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh fucking hell, this moron just did not freakin' learn to not tell her what she should or shouldn't do, or can't and can do! Freakin' idiot. Fine. She could see her next major headline now. 'Local ghost nut makes out with ghost!' or something. Yeah, that'd teach him that ~no one~ told her what she should do.

She didn't register Elizabeth cursing, or Andy choking. In fact, she still didn't believe anyone was in any real danger. This was just all some stupidly elaborate prank. Right now, she was too busy focused on really not liking this Gray person.

Which was...really, really, bad for him.

"Alright Gray," She huffed. At least she could see again, since he had turned some light on his phone on. Meh. She wasn't thanking him. "I dunno what the hell you're talking about you clumsy giraffe, but all of this can be explained easily. Faulty wiring. Someone putting some miniature AC unit in here somewhere, and by someone playing a recording of crying from a sound clip off the internet." She walked over to him, getting quite close to the guy, probably uncomfortably close. "So yes, I say this is staged. And you're crazy, if you think ghosts exist. Not to mention, the whole eyes thing? What, did you forget to take your meds today? Or are you just normally a crazy moron? Do I need to call the loony bin and tell them one of their people escaped?"

She glared up at the taller boy. Daring him to make another comeback....yeah, she didn't know why, but she really didn't like this Gray guy now. Like really. If there was a ghost, they could take him and she probably would laugh.

[Ogo]

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT | THE FOLLOWING POST MAY CONTAIN CONTENT DISTURBING TO SOME READERS. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED

♥Brody Cunningham♥

I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave.
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I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave.
I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave.
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I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave. I will not misbehave.
I will not misbehave. I will misbehave.

Oops.

Another fuck up.

Get it right, you useless fuck.

Another lesson.

Fucking embarrassment.

Another righting.

You’re no son of mine.

Anoth-

Brody stirred. His eyes fluttered open, but his sight had yet to return. His head was pounding. It was practically splitting at the seams. Oh god, why’d it hurt so bad. Slowly the dots began to fade. Things were...dark, but he recognized the hideous tile floor anywhere. Edison High Public restroom. Could the incompetent asswipes in charge have picked a more offensive tile? Gah. This day was turning out terrible. If he could just get to his locker, he had some Oxy. After this shit filled day, he could use a bit of a pick-me-up. Some Oxy, some Sondheim, and some Housewives. Was there anything better in life?

Hell to-

Something was off.

Something was way, way, really double off.

Like, bad.

Like…

Face.

That face. Those eyes.

That hid-

…

Sobbing?

Crying?

Brody looked around. His eyes were still a little unfocused. And it was dark. Why was it dark? And who was crying? Brody pulled himself into a sitting position. Was that crying? It sounded like it. But nobody else was in here? He pushed himself off the floor and struggled to his feet. Dizzy. He was sure of it. He checked the stalls. There was nobody. Brody, once he was certain he was steady, began patting off some of the dust on his suit. Ooooh, no good. It was ruined. He’d have to burn it, or give it to homeless people. Ew. Anyway, did somebody come in after? ...and left him on the floor? What kind of irresponsible-

FACE

EYES

Brody started to scream, but instead, vomited. Had he not already purged after lunch, something more than this greenish-yellow bile might be quickly drying on his loafers. But if hopes and wishes were loaves and fishes, then we would never go hungry again. Although, just seeing what he had seen might have done the trick just as well.

How hard did he hit his head when he fell? Because that was a whacked up thing to hallucinate. Hell, he hadn’t even had any Oxy yet. Oxy didn’t exactly make him hallucinate, granted, but the point was still there.

He looked back up to the mirror an-

Oops. Round two. Blargh. This time, he managed to make it into the sink before donating his bile to the bathroom floor. He wasn’t exactly sure which one was cleaner.

Alright. This was a bad, bad, BAD, BAD joke. Not funny.

He looked up one last time, confident that he had nothing left to lose.

He was right.

Reflected in the mirror was...how could one even describe it?

It was girl...probably. The Little Loser Club had him doubting what gender really was now.

She was...horribly pale? No...that wasn’t quite right. Probably. It seemed...off. Like...it was like someone had put a negative filter up on the picture of the girl before posting it on Instagram.

Brody nearly lost it again. He could fill the bile train a-comin’. But it derailed, and left him a nice case of nausea. No, he had to face it.

The pale woman-esque thing was staring at him with red, puffy eyes. Tears were streaming down both cheeks, falling into the groove of a sunken mouth. At least, he hoped they were just tears. But her eyes were slightly misaligned. And her nose was split. And her head as well. Bits and chunks of what would have had to be her...well her face, her skull...her brain...were clinging to her hair, drying in clumps on what was left of her head. Her forehead had a large gap...perhaps, two or three inches? But the top of her head was practically gone. Or...not exactly gone, but extended. Upwards. And open.

Brody was suddenly even more pissed off than before. Yeah, he was insulted by the asswipes in their little freak parade calling him a faggot _{(haha, as if. The ladies loved them some Brody, and Brody loved the ladies. Always. He wasn’t a fag. They were projecting. Jealousy, lust, what have you, obviously they wanted him. They were probably all just dudes in drag. And Tori. That’s not how Brody Cunningham rolled though.)}, but he at least thought that their Loser Leader would come up with something a little bit creepier than turning off some lights and putting up some gore on the mirror. Like, really, dude? Gr-

The eyes moved.

The eyes…

The ey

eyeyee

yetheeyesthey

tha

The right eye locked sight with him. The left, just sort of rolled around in the socket. At least, what was left did. It seemed like it was slightly flattened an-

OHGODPLEASENO

It raised a hand. Then another. And it pressed against the mirror...sort of. It should have been leaning against the mirror completely, but...it just sort of, didn’t stop. It was as if she were diving through water. There was depth to it...but there couldn’t have been. His eyes hurt to look at it, but soon his other senses got a taste of the insult as well.

The closer she got threw the mirror, the sobbing grew in intensity. It hurt. Holy fuck, did it hurt. It was so loud. And piercing. He covered his ears. Then he got a whiff of...whatever that was. It smelled like something had rotted three times over. He gagged. He wanted to vomit again, to get rid of the taste it left in his mouth, but it just wasn’t happening.

But potentially worst of all, was that she was gaining normal color. She became more and more vivid until…

Poof.

There she was.

Standing just a couple feet at him was a girl a few feet shorter than him. She was in a weird, retro getup....alright, so he was trying to distract himself.

The gaping head wound?

It was pulsing. He could see the skin on her head rise and fall. Her eye, the left one, fell back into its socket a bit. She continued sobbing, why she/it/whatever was practically wailing now, but then smiled. It was even worse. Her top front four teeth were completely missing. And so were many of the others up top. The rest were sticking out in odd angles. Or twisted in at even odder angles.

She moved in closer, raising her arms in a sort of embrace. She opened her mouth, and her tongue flopped about lazily. Brody took a step back. She took a step forward. And he took another. And she took another.

His back touched the stall door. The stall door gave in. It flew back, and Brody, carried by his moment, went with in, falling square on his ass. He started to scramble back but…

It was weird.

In one moment she was clearly there. In the next, she wasn’t. And the middle part didn’t register.

He was just about ready to celebrate the end of a very bad hallucination...when he heard it.

Fucking sobbing.

He turned his head, and cast a look over his shoulder.

The trip continues.

There was a girl there, sitting on the toilet, fully clothed mind you, with her backpack on the ground between her legs.. She was actually kind of cute. Well...no, not exactly. She looked a little shaken up. And she was pale, and had ordinary features, but she was rocking that hair. A little 90’s for him, but it wo-

She reached down into her backpack and pulled out what Brody could only call a revolver. She placed it in her lap, sobbing the entire time. What the fu...she wasn’t going to…

Moments passed. Brody tried to move, but found himself unable. He was completely paralyzed.

The girl picked up the gun and looked at it through red rimmed eyes. _{Please no.} She weighed it in her hands and sobbed. _Don’t… She turned it up, pointing up at the ceiling. _{Just put it down…} And she waited.

She cried. Brody tried to say something, but he couldn’t.

The average looking brunette with the beautiful curly hair finally looked up from the ground. She cast her hopes high, begging for an answer. For any reason, any reason at all, to just stop.

…

Her pleas landed on deaf ears, it would seem.

She tilted the gun back, and pushed it towards her mouth._{Please, please don’t…} She put her mouth around it. Brody felt something touch his shoulder, something terribly cold, but he couldn’t turn. Huge tears spat out of the girl’s eyes as her finger crawled up from the grip and touched the trigger. _{NO! Come here. Please. Jus-}

BANG!

The sound hit the walls and the floor, and bounced off into every direction, back again, then in every other direction. A ringing started in Brody’s ears. But…

Bloody splattered against the back half of the stall. It painted the walls crimson, with meaty bits sliding down, causing odd, jagged lines. Some pelleted Brody, his shoes, his hair, his suit...his face. He could feel something_{blood? eye fluid?} sliding down his forehead. Something...slimy. And something_{brain? bone?} landed in his hair.

Brody’s legs gave out on him, and he hit the ground. Sobbing himself. The girl had shot back a bit, against the toilet. And she dropped the gun, which landed and actually fired again. Had Brody been standing slightly more to the left, he’d be out a kneecap right about now…

Why the hell was he seeing this? He was fully crying now as well. Why the hell did she shoot herse-

Huh. Brody actually did it.

He vomited again. Bile mixed with with the blood that was pooling around the girl.

…

Wait…

In one moment, he was looking at a set of gore that he would never be able to unsee. The next? Completely gone. Not a sign of it. It was as if it never happened.

But it did.

But it didn’t.

It was just a hallucination. This was nothing but a lo-

…

Wait...what was on his shoulder? Brody looked to the right and...saw a hand. A hand. He looked up, tracing the arm, desperately wishing for his stress breakdown to end.

What he saw was just an average kid, probably a couple years younger than he, if he had to guess. Nothing really weird. Brown hair, cut in an unnoticeable style, brown eyes, jeans, t-shirt, shoes… Oddly cute, actually, now that he thought about it...

“Shh...shh...it didn’t happen. You’re fine. You’re gonna be fine.”

The boy crouched down, pulling Brody’s head into a hug.

Brody flipped his shit.

He pushed the boy off, and scrambled out of the stall on all fours. But it was still dark, so Brody didn’t see his first pile of bile, and his hand caught it and slid. And he lost his balance, plunging face first into the horrors of his digestive system.

Unimaginable horror struck Brody. He scrambled up to his feet and tried to turn the sink on.

”N-don’t do tha-ohh, never mind.”

The boy covered his face with his hand.

Brody saw the stream and cupped his hands. The water filled them up rather nicely, and he pulled it up to his face, getting quite a bit of water to stay in his hands. Quite. A. Bit. Of. Wa-

That wasn’t water.

Chunky liquid poured down Brody’s face. He opened his mouth to scream. Some of the liquid got in. It was rancid. It tasted like the hopes and dreams of the poor. He spat it out…

Alright, no, he vomited. Again. Into the sink. And it hurt. Bad. Brody couldn’t be sure if there was blood in that one but...well it felt like it. It felt like his throat was shredding itself.

The sobbing returned. Brody joined in the chorus.

The other boy crossed over, pulling a cloth out of his pocket.

“Here, here...lemme jus- quit fussing. It’s all right. I’m not going to hurt you, I just wanna clean you up a bit.”

Brody looked at the smaller guy, who began to wipe Brody’s face. First the forehead, then he eyes, lips, so on. It took a few clothes, and he knew he wasn’t completely clean, but Brody felt a huge relief.

For a moment.

Then he sobbed.

“Wh-wha-wha-what th-th fu-fuck?”

His eyes drifted past the boy back into the st-

WHAT THE FUCK?

In the stall was the curly haired woman again. Slouched on the toilet again. Crying down into the backpack again. She pushed her hand into the backpack again, and lo and behold, she pulls out yet another revolver.

Brody’s eyes were practically bulging from their sockets now. What the actual fuck?

The other boy took notice. He reached up and grabbed Brody’s head and pulled it back into facing his own.

“Whoa, hey, listen to me. Don’t look. Alright, don’t look. It’s just worse if you look.”

He sighed before letting go of Brody’s head. He took a couple steps back, diagonally, towards the early stalls and the door. He tilted his head back, giving Brody the universal sign of “follow me”, but Brody couldn’t.

He just couldn’t.

His gaze was glued to the girl. She cast her eyes up once more, praying to a god that wouldn’t answer her.

And she pulled the trigger. Again.

BANG!

Once more, her stall flooded with gore. Brody was far enough away to avoid the majority of the mess this time around but…

He felt his arm being tugged at. Then he was moving.

The other guy. He grabbed Brody and was slightly dragging him off to the door. No.

No no no. Brody was not about to go anywh-

“Relax. It doesn’t open. We’re just going to sit. That okay with you? Can you sit? Siiiit?”

Brody looked at the kid, slackjawed. He...what the fuck was…

The kid positioned Brody’s back against the walls, then pushed gently yet firmly down on his shoulders. Brody went to the floor without a fight. His mind wasn’t working correctly. He wasn’t quite sure it ever would again. Was this what madness felt like?

…

It sure looked like it. Brody looked up at the guy, mouth floundering. He couldn’t find the words to say. He couldn’t find ANY words to say. Could he even say anymore? The boy was...looking into the mirror. Then, after a few moments, he grinned.

“Looks like we’ve got a few before she comes back.”

So many questions finally hit Brody.

But he didn’t ask any. He was too…

Horrified.

He finally got a good look around the room. This wasn’t the same bathroom in Kansas anymore…

For lack of a better phrase, the walls were bleeding. At least, some liquid was sliding down them. And it smelled just rotten and vile as everything else. He hated it. It could just go fuck itself. All of this. The hallucinations, the Loser Club, the faggotry, the everything.

After a few moments, the boy plopped down next to Brody.

“Man, do I hate to see you here.”

The boy was...was he grinning? What the fuck, he was grinning. Why was he grinning? What was this why was he grinning what the fuck? He offered his hand to shake. Brody just glared at him. The boy hesitated for a moment, then lowered his hand with a bit of...what, nervous laughter?

“Haha, I mean, not that you’re a bad guy or an-

Brody interrupted.

“Y -yugh...You’ve gah-gah-got about three minutes to ex-explain.”

”Haha uh, explain wh-

“No, don’t ‘wh’ me. I asked a simple question. Give me a simple answer. What the fuck are you talking about? What’s going on?”

The boy waited, then scratched a nonexistent beard before speaking.

“You’re in a mirror. Thanks to the idiot that took the whole ‘headshot’ term a little too literal. Damn actresses.”

…

Was this kid really fucking with him right now?

Did he really want to be strangled?

What kind of drugs were they pumping through the vents at Edison anyway?

…

No.

Just no.

He was done.

Nope.

Bye-bye.

Brody stood up and turned to the door, grabbing the handle. He pulled it.

Nothing happened. It was as the door was merely painted onto the door, and the handle?

…

Wait…

He wasn’t holding a handle?

Brody pushed his hand toward the handle but…

Nothing. No matter how he moved, the handle would always skirt just out of reach. The boy laughed. Brody shot him a dirty look, then sighed. This was fucking insane. He was obviously just dreaming...And he knew it. So why weren’t things going his way? Lucid dreams sucked.

’It’s Nathan, by the way.

Brody scoffed. As if he fucking cared. Nobody cares about dream names. As if he cared about any of this? He paced forward, careful not to walk in front of THAT stall again.

”Y’know, if you don’t tell me a name, I’m just gonna call you babe.”

Brody blushed. Little shit...Talkative little shit, at that. Why the fuck wasn’t he freaking out?

“...Brody. I’m...yeah.”

“Brody, huh? I like that.

There was a brief silence between the two.

“...Please, whatever Anderson is paying you to do this, I’ll pay double if you just stop. I’m just so done. I want out. I’m scared. Happy yet?”

The other one stood up.

”Not at all. Trust me, I’m just as terrified as you. I just wanna go home.”

He paused, but Brody didn’t say anything. Eventually, Nathan laughed.

“I’m sorry but...do you know the date?

Uhm...September 4th.

“Uhm...year?

Brody gave him a weary look. The fuck was with this guy?

“Twenty fifteen.

A sigh left Nathan.

“Eight months, then. I’ve been stuck in here for eight months…

Eight months? Eight...months. How the hell could he have surviv- Haha, wow. For a second Brody almost believed all of this bullshit. But no, he wouldn’t be fooled. Nope.

…

It really was happening, wasn’t it? That look in Nathan’s eyes...way he held his face...

“How’d you do it? No food, no water...I mean, no offense, Nate, by why aren’t you dead?”

”I don’t know. Things are just...different here. I don’t hungry. I don’t get thirsty. Sometimes tired. Oh, and I’m trapped in a bathroom that I’ll never use, how do you like that for irony?”

Brody...laughed. He actually laughed. Scared out of his wits but...yeah. But then he stopped, suddenly cut off by the sound of a gunshot. He jumped. Nathan didn’t. That brought him back to reality. How could he get used to the sound of suicide? ...How could he live with himself if he did?

“ So you mean, you’ve been here for eight months and haven’t though of just...y’know...ending it?

He gulped. Nathan was quiet for a few moments, covering his mouth with his hands and staring off in the distance. But he eventually spoke.

“I’m not the only one she’s taken, y’know. There were two others. But uh…they couldn’t cope. They were a few months apart. The first one was...she was awesome. She made even a forever of torment look half-decent...but uh...she...”

Nathan was tearing up a bit. His voice was getting caught in his throat.

”I’m so so-sorry. I miss he-her. That thing got her. Just uh...ripped her apart. And ate her. I don’t know why it picked her and no-not me. She was so much better, man. She could have found a way back. I ju-just know it. Bu-...I hear that if a ghost kills your spirit, then that’s it. There is no heaven, no hell. No anything. It’s not right, Brody. She was an angel…

He got caught up again. Brody crossed over to him and patted his shoulder. The poor dude’s been through it pretty bad then. But…

“What about the other one?”

It’d hurt, surely, but Brody had to ask. If he wanted to get out of here, he’d need help. Last thing he needed was this guy deciding fuck it, why not shave with a shard of glass? Nathan hardened up a bit though, before speaking again. And although he could never be sure...Brody almost could have swore he saw the faintest smile on the guy’s mouth.

“She uhm...she wasn’t as strong. This was really rough on her. She uh...She hung herself. With her belt. I couldn’t stop her. I tried, man, I really did. But she caught me asleep and...I woke up to her being...uh...eaten.”

…

Well that wasn’t encouraging. At all. So he would either be eaten by a nightmare, or kill himself...and be eaten anyway. Great.

Wait, why was Nathan looking so terrified...

Brody followed the guy’s gaze and looked, hesitantly into the the negative mirror. It looked ju-

Five faces popped up. Or five copies of the single face. That horribly disfigured face tha…

Brody let out a little squeal. God he hated when it looked at him. But suddenly, they disappeared completely.

What?

Curiosity killed all reason within Brody. He moved from Nathan off toward the mirror. He looked deep...deeper...

Ouch. Stings…

Brody looked down at his hand. It was gushing red. And found out why, soon. The sink he had been gripping was horribly damaged. The porcelain was cracked. And his hand had discovered it. Joy. Nathan jumped up and crossed over to him, a new cloth already at the ready.

Brody was crying. Hard. It really was real. This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a hallucination. This was actually happening...

Alright, so it was still obvious that he had lost his mind but…

But just say that the Loser Club President was right? What if this were a cheap horror movie? That this thing was a ghost? What then?

“...huh?”

Brody looked back at Nathan, who was staring with giant eyes at the mirror. Brody once again followed. Maybe it wouldn’t just be another jump scare. _{(anotherreasonthiswasadream. whatghostactuallyjumpscares?}

Well...holy shit.

Five insanely creepy people.

…

Losers…

...Losers?

Oh shit! Maybe...maybe…

Despite their ignorance, they had come to save him. Well, maybe not, considering they had no idea where he was. God bless coincidence. Maybe, just MAYBE, the President would be able to figure this out. Why not? He was write about the spooky.

The point guy, Andy himself, moved forward. Holding...where the fuck did he get a baseball bat? And why? What the fuck would a baseball bat do?

Andy moved forward and picked up something off the the sink. The opposite sink of the one on which he had just sliced his hand. He handed Tori and Bobo the Gothic Clown each a...bag? It was hard to make out, really.

Why?

Because inches away from the girls was the...the...thing. It was standing right beside Tori, leaning in very close. It lifted a hand, and Brody could have swore it was going to caress her head…

But the bags.

As soon as it neared Tori, the thing took two steps back. Kind of. It’s left left shot back, becoming completely perpendicular with the ground. Then it hit the tile a few feet before doing the same thing with the next leg.

Another girl, Sid, was taking pictures. A lot of pictures. Of everything.

…

She pointed the camera right at Tori and hit the button.

All hell broke lose.

Any semblance to a human that the thing might have had left it. It’s movements sped up and...well...had a bit of a trail to them. It’s head shot to the left then back straight. Then left. Then straight. Quick, jerky, violent turns. It’s arms straightened up, extending out to it’s sides. Then they truly extended, tapering off into points. They lost their human shape, resembling toothpicks more than anything else. Then they bent, not once, not twice, but thrice, back towards itself. Both points when down its throat, deep, deeper, deeper still...then…

The thing ripped itself apart. But as the two halves dropped to the floor, both disappeared. It was almost like they never were.

The sinks on Brody’s side exploded. It started on the far side, which luckily gave Brody enough time to get away. A screeching rang out. Brody hit the ground, covering his ears. This was worse than the sobbing. He managed to snag a glance at Nathan before the boy tucked his head in himself.

…

What…

…No...

Brody could have sworn the boy was...grinning?

No time to think though. Brody heard sobbing again...then from the stall right by him _{luckynumberfour}, an arm shot out, flailing about in jerky, sudden, quick movements. Then another. The fingers skittered forward, dragging the arms behind them. Then came the body. The head was bend back at an impossible angle, lying almost completely flat against it’s back. It gave Brody and Nathan a look and made a crackling sound before it shot up from the floor right into the mirror.

Those eyes…

If he were to live until one hundred five, he’d never forgot those eyes.

The utter madness.

The killing intent.

Brody scrambled across the floor, making it to Nathan who grabbed him. The two guys held each other in pure terror, trembling from a fear so primal that one could smell it.

He stared at the walls, but they looked different. He squinted…

I will be a good girl. I will be a good girl. I will be a good girl.

Brody’s eyes shot open wide. From ceiling to floor, the same phrase was repeated. The letters were neat, no slant, decent pressure…

He turned to the mirror, curious. He had to see what the fuck was going on.

Brody gasped, causing Nathan to clutch him tighter.

i wILL bE A GoOD giRl

I will…

Something fell from the ceiling, landing on Brody’s head. He looked up.

Then he screamed. Again.

He kicked back, trying to get the fuck away. Nathan, surprised, let him go. He traced Brody’s gaze upwards to...nothing. At all. Just empty. Brody, however, was kicking and fighting to flee. He looked around frantically then back to the ceiling. It was gone.

It was gone.

Brody’s heart was pounding, trying to thump, thump, thump its way right out of his chest. He couldn’t take much more of this. He couldn’t. Just, no. His heart would give. He’d be as dead as those girls.

…

That thing…

On the ceiling, for just the briefest of moments, was a woman. Her arms and legs were chained to it, so she hung by wrists and ankles. She was completely nude but… Her torso was two flaps, pinned back to her shoulders revealing an empty chest and abdominal region. No organs, no muscle, just skin and bones. And her head...She had no hair...her eyes had been scooped out, her lips were gone. As were her teeth. As was her tongue. She was positively mutilated.

And it moved.

He couldn’t do this. Becoming...like that? He’d much sooner just off himself than have to endure…

Nathan pulled him up.

“Wh-wha-”

”Who are they?!”

Huh? That was...a bit rougher than he had been speaking. And why the fuck shoul-

“I asked, WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY?!

What the...fuck?

Brody looked at the guy for a moment then into the mirror. She was still crawling through it. Something was off. Something wasn’t right. Something was definitely off…

“Ju-Just some nerds. A ghost club, I dunno.”

Way, way off. Nathan looked...slightly alarmed. Concerned even. The hell? Wouldn’t this be a good thing? Fuck off the ghost, then get them out? Somehow?

Oh, uh...great! We might get lucky here!

Brody felt a slight panic in his gut. Something wasn’t right about this guy… The way he reacted was…

THERE IT WAS. A FUCKING SMILE. WHY THE FUCK IS HE SMILING.

Brody didn’t say a peep. He just turned to the mirror.

BANG!

He started to hit the ground, but caught himself. It was...horrible, weird, etc., but it had lost a bit of meaning. Instead, he steadied himself and peered into the looking glass.

As clear as day, the ghost was standing by Andy. But the boy must not have had a clue. He dropped down to pick up something…

That’s when she smiled that hideous smile. And wrapped her hands around his poor neck. And squeezed.

Brody gasped.

…

Nathan laughed.

…

He laughed…

That’s fucked up. The dude could actually di…

Both men stood wide-eyed and slack jawed after what happened next. As the ghost was choking out Andy, Tori stepped up. She tossed a bit of bagstuff at Andy and…

And then the ghost was gone. One moment she was them. Then she wasn’t. The next few moments were silent between the two boys in the mirror. But Brody finally broke it. He clapped. That was right on, no jokes about it.

But there wasn’t much time to celebrate. There was but only a couple minutes of peace before…

The stall doors flew open then slammed shut on Brody’s side. Out of stall 4, two woman walked out. The girl with the gun, and the vicious attacker. They stood staring at the mirror. What wa-

OH MY GOD.

Without warning, the beast opened its mouth. It just kept opening, almost hitting the floor. Then it turned to the gun girl, and just chomped. It took off the entire upper half of her body with one bite. Where once a full being, there was just a pair of legs and and stomach/groain/ass. But why leave it like that? It chomped down on the other half as well. Then it jumped back through the mirror. The way it clawed at the mirror to climb in, the spastic movements…

Was it possible that the ghost was now getting scared? Had it encountered something out of it’s comfort zone?

The doors slammed again, but this time, they didn’t stop. They kept going. And the sobbing grew in intensity. The chunky liquid spewed from the remains of the sinks, and a disgusting puddle was starting to form by the mirror.

…

And from the looks of it, this wasn’t an isolated incident. On the other side of the mirror, it looked like things were going bonkers too. The doors on the stalls were clapping, heralding the arrival of their master. The light flickered back on, then off, then back on, and then back off. It never worked again. The sinks also rumbled. Hard. Luckily, they were a bit more stable. They didn’t the liquid explosion.

She landed on the other side, and began wailing. Fight or flight had kicked in...and flight wasn’t an option.

But for Brody, more pressing issues had come up.

He was now lying facedown in the chunky pool, lounging in his own bile, strange blood, and whatever this crap was.

Now why was that?

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

For one second longer, those icy hands were wrapped around his neck, squeezing tight tight tight, and he was suffocating, crumpling to the ground with the smell of blood and ozone filling his head--

And then the pressure was gone, and something was in his hair (salt?), and the world around him was lit up by bright, bright light.

Andy twisted around, struggling to see his attacker, and immediately regretted it.

The first thing he registered was the snarl. The snarl that was missing a whole lot of teeth.

Then it was the mottled-green eyes, red and puffy around the edges and a little misaligned. Curly dark hair, matted with blood and… something he didn’t want to think about.

And then he saw the gaping hole in her forehead, and honestly, while it would be nice to play it cool and be all macho-tough-guy-nothing-scares-me, it was pretty much only years and years of horror movies saved him from throwing up.

Then, just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone again.

Andy gasped for breath, still dizzy and struggling to stand back up. All of a sudden, Tori was beside him, bending down and whispering softly in his ear. She was patting his back.

"Andy?! Are you alright? Take deep breaths... it's okay," she whispered.

Andy shook the salt out of his hair. The salt thing had worked, then. Tori had saved him. The question was… how long would it be until the ghost came back?

“I’m fine,” he said back, his voice a little raspy from the choking and somewhat unsteady. “That’s gonna… leave a nasty bruise. You saved me, Tori. Thanks.”

He got to his feet unsteadily, and then it hit him--

That face. That horrible, terrible face. Hadn’t he… seen it before?

He had. He’d definitely seen it. He’d looked into every suicide that had ever happened at Edison High (there were quite a few), and he recognized her. Eloise Jenkins, class of 2004.

The very girl whose death had started the haunted toilet rumor.

Hadn’t she… been cremated? He hadn’t thought that she’d left behind a ghost because her body was gone. He’d thought that maybe it was something else-- a wayward kelpie, or some other ghost. Maybe the teacher who’d jumped off the roof half a century earlier.

Not so. But if she’d been cremated, then that meant--

What was binding her to the mortal plane… it had to be here. In the bathroom… Somewhere. Andy’s mind raced.

So what was it? One of the toilets? A sink? A mirror?

It looked like the only solution to this problem was… flagrant vandalization of school property. Andy swallowed nervously. He’d never done anything like that before.

On the bright side, if they survived the situation, no one would suspect nerdy little Andy Anderson of taking a baseball bat to the school toilet. If Sidney tried to publish something like that, she'd end being a laughing stock.

After all, everyone knew that Andy Anderson would never even consider breaking school rules.

Well, buck up, Edison High. Andy Anderson is about to turn all your expectations upside down.

He struggled to his feet, grabbing Tori’s hand and stumbling blindly towards the small pool of light from Gray's phone, around which Sidney, Gray, Eliza and Theresa all seemed to be standing.

“We’ve got to stick together!” he said urgently, interrupting their conversation. He let go of Tori to fumble in his pocket for his phone, to use as a flashlight. “It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts or not. We have to find whatever it is that the ghost is bound to, and destroy it. Point it out, and I’ll smash it, okay?”

He hesitated, and then added, “Think of it as… as a fun little exercise in vandalism. If Sidney doesn’t get pictures, no one will suspect us, anyway.”

And then, suddenly, there was an icy chill behind him, like someone was blowing cool air down his neck. Everyone from the club was standing in front of him, though--

The ghost.

He didn’t hesitate, swinging the bat even as he spun around. The ghost shrieked as it hit her --had it become corporeal just to do that?-- and stumbled backwards, fading into nothingness--

Only reappear seconds later to lunge itself right at Theresa, bloody hands wrapping around the girl’s throat as it tackled her to the ground.

“Fuck,” Andy swore. The only way to get rid of this thing permanently was to destroy whatever was holding it here… and they’d probably only be able to do that if it would stop trying to kill them for long enough to let them. “The salt, Tori!”

[Mixtape Ghost N]

---

Theresa Sindel Obott

---

Ooooooookay. Shit just got a little spooky here, for real. Things went from pretty corny, to downright weird. The lights went off, and Theresa went through her pockets until she had found her iPod. It didn't provide a lot of light, but it was enough so she could barely see anything. "Heeeeeey now, there was no need to turn off the lights like that..." Theresa trailed off, awkwardly laughing (And smiling just as awkwardly). Great, they probably think you're afraid of the dark. Theresa thought to herself, trying to keep that smile up, but she couldn't help but turn it into a frown. She looked around the room, feeling around for the light switch (Whoever turned it off is a real asshole.). While she was largely ignoring everyone else something was off here. She heard some gagging.

“The-- Tori, the salt--” That was clearly Average Andy, but he was choking. Something was choking him (Or he could have been choking on some dick)! “Tori--” He choked out again.

Which was enough to get Theresa to home in on his location, she quickly shined the light on him - and saw him on the ground. Being choked out by whatever. She nearly dropped her iPod, she quickly stepped back to the wall. "Wha- ah!?" Theresa gasped out the words. However, one of the chicks tossed salt into his hair, then it all stopped. Andy was on the ground, gasping for air, and Theresa was similarly panting (Because what the fuck is going on here?). Okay... Theresa was slowly coming to realize that maybe ghosts and ghouls do exist after all. "Oh shit - what happened?!" Theresa asked no one in particular.

Think it might be high time for them to leave. Her teeth started jiggering - Why is it so cold in here? - and the rest of her body started shivering. The light from Andy's phone provided better light than Theresa's iPod, so there was little point in having it out. She slid it back into her pocket.

“We’ve got to stick together!” It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts or not. We have to find whatever it is that the ghost is bound to, and destroy it. Point it out, and I’ll smash it, okay? Think of it as… as a fun little exercise in vandalism. If Sidney doesn’t get pictures, no one will suspect us, anyway.”

Yeah, uh, Theresa was going to do that now. Her suspicions that this club was nothing but weirdos was dashed away pretty quickly. There is something going on here. Something Supernatural - Theresa was just starting to see it. Oh God. She honestly didn't know what it'd be like to star in a horror movie herself. She tried to take a step back - stopped by the wall mere inches behind her. She just needed to calm down, to clear her mind. She inhaled - Her little breathing exercise was interrupted once Andy suddenly swung the bat at something. She didn't get a good enough look at it, but it looked vaguely humanoid. Which caused Theresa to jump. Was that...?

And she was not expecting what would happen next.

Theresa got a good enough look at the ghost now, right as it was ready to pounce of her. Her eyes shot open, and her mouth widened to let out a scream, and she tried to jump out of the way. But either she reacted too slowly, or the ghost was too fast. In less than a second, the ghost had it's icy-cold hands wrapped around her neck and brought her to the ground. She didn't even get a chance to scream. She quickly put her hands to the ghost's in some. Everything was going black, and she was struggling to survive. Her heart was racing at astronomical speeds, and she was hoping that somebody would help her.

I believe! Oh God I believe it all now!

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

"S-sorry Elizabeth, it was just an accident. Won't happen again, promise!"

As he apologized to the girl, he started to ponder on another fact of this whole ordeal - hallucinations as such things can transpire due to some natural gasses in the ground or something like that. It did cause so called seers to see visions, so maybe there was a resevoir of such gasses below them? As he kept the light shining brightly away from people faces, Elizabeth shot out a question at someone, presumably Andy.

Gray moved his light to the location where she was talking to, avoiding the boys eyes finding it to be him. As he looked at him, he took note of something crunched on the floor near his feet. When further inspecting them, he found them to be glasses and then wonder why they were there.

Before recalling that Andy was the only person he saw wearing glasses as he entered.

...

Anyways, the horrible sound of weeping continued to transpire, in a rather creepy matter for that matter as they continued investigating. He needed to calm himself down as he felt he wasn't thinking too clearly. He probably was deprived of water, dehydrated, but then again he ate some food a couple of minutes ago... maybe he cooked the food wrong? Anyways, maybe it was something they all had in their lunch which was causing them to hear things.

He still couldn't get the sensation of feeling watched by something off of him. Maybe he was really just imagining things and the pressure of this all was getting to him. As he kept a light going, he looked around the bathroom for any further inconsistencies before pivoting around to facing the door. Seems the others wern't as eager to dive right into this situation since it was... something alright.

And that's when things went to hell as he was taken aback by the door suddenly slamming on them. That had to be an elaborate prank being pulled by another club member just to mess with their heads. He kept his calm demeanor showing, however inside his eyes were widening with bewilderment of why someone would do such a thing.

Then another thing happened where heard the soft whisper of a... crackling females voice which sound full of pain and desperation. Either a recording on a radio or he is just imagining something that isn't real, just as his excuse for being so Fran in jumping to a peculiar conclusion.

They didn't want to stay here much longer as Andy requested for someone to open the door. As he did that, he also stated that they needed to resume finding Brody after they managed to escape... before being cut off spontaneously by some unknown being. From what he could discern, it sounded like he could barely breathe.

Gray swiftly moved the light over to Andy's location, only to be introduced to such a horrible scene. The boys mouth was slightly agape as he watched Andy dying by strangulation from a malevolent being... or was it? He couldn't figure out if it was actually real or not, but it didn't matter right now as no matter what it was, hallucination or reality, they would die if they didn't leave or figure out how to get out of here.

As the boy attempted to make a rush for the boy to try and help him, he was promptly blocks by another malign being who sought to delay his actions and further pester him like an annoying mosquito. He stopped dead in his tracks, hoping to hear something useful or nice would come forth from her mouth, but as it turns out he was asking a bit much. She went on to blantly insulting him instead of considering the possibilities of what might be going on in his head.

Being rude at a time like this wasn't going to get her anywhere nor anyone else as he began ignoring her poisonous bile she spouted out, finding it to be still nonlethal to him. As she blathered on, and got closer to him he decided to return his attention to Sidney to find her questioning his sanity. At a time like this, questioning someones sanity as they ignored their rival being strangled (formerly) was just plain stupid at this point.

And during this time, he wondered about how easy it was to set this girl off as she got pissed over the stupidest of things and rants on constantly. Before he could even bother explaining to her what was going through his head, Andy interjected himself into the situation. He replied about sticking together and explained that they would need to wreck the place to find or release this girls bounds.

Vandalizing school property was... good...?

"Alright, so in a nutshell we need to 'renovate' this broken down bathroom. Sounds better than Sidney constantly carping; not at all contributing to this whole situation, no offense... By the way Sidney, the eyes stuff was a figure of speech. It meant I felt someone was watching us."

Before he could further react to anything else, a sudden shriek took him by surprise which caused him to flinch and put one of his feet back. That was unexpected, but now he needed to figure out where the 'ghost' was going... And then that answer was revealed when he heard something fall to the ground.

The boy pivoted to find the source came from Theresa who was now being choked by the ghost. The boys eyes widened as he stepped back a little bit. Ok, so this wasn't going too well. The only way he could figure out if this was real or fake was so...

"Andy, is it possible to try and speak with the spirit instead of expelling it? We know she's pained and if I can recall a few things she explained to me, we know this spirit died an unhappy death around here. I don't know much about her story, I'm sure it would help if we did, nor do I know if this is plausible but wouldn't coaxing her and then helping her through this sorrow by consulting her work?"

As he asked that question, the situation began escalating to its highest point. He had to start making his move. Tori had the salt as Andy shouted for her to use it. Looks like it was time for something to happen as he looked at the orders and began throwing out orders to deal with this swiftly.

"Alright, Elizabeth, could you please grab Andy's baseball bat and start smashing up crap? I think you could cause the most debauchery the quickest due to your muscles and can easily find the source of this the fastest. Sidney, please don't get too pissy or disobedient because its me for whatever reason, but start snapping pictures of Theresa being strangled! I need to identify if we are hallucinating or if this is real! Don't argue as its not the time! Tori, don't throw the salt until she snips a few pictures. If she doesn't, just do what Andy asked of you. I'm sorry Theresa, but can you please not hate me for asking that of her? Sorry for commanding you all, but mind or reality, its still dangerous as both can end us! I'll be the bait once Theresa is free if the ghost girl isn't calm or passed on yet, understood?"

As he requested them to perform each task, he shined the light over Theresa and the ghost, hoping to bring the attention to her, mainly Sidneys focus if she decided to cooperate instead of being stubborn and acting all haughty.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

Ignoring her too, now was he? Well - she didn't really mind being ignored so much, she could take that, but on top of everything else? Well, fine then! Wasn't going to comment on the 'someone was watching them thing' either. Did he have Schizophrenia or something? Questions for later. Right now, she was going to make sure he got what was coming to him after Andy finally ended this little charade. Speaking of Andy...it seemed she had missed something. Were those...bruises on his neck or something? Wow, someone must be good at applying makeup.

...maybe Andy could help with hers at some point, god knows she was horrible at make up-

shuddap brain, not now. Interesting stuff was happening. The lights were flickering rapidly on and off. Sidney just passed it off as more faulty wiring. The doors...could easily be rigged to do that with some fishing string or something. The sinks, simply could be the old, rusty piping.

“We’ve got to stick together! It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts or not. We have to find whatever it is that the ghost is bound to, and destroy it. Point it out, and I’ll smash it, okay? Think of it as…as a fun little exercise in vandalism. If Sidney doesn’t get pictures, no one will suspect us, anyway.”

Yeah, like she was going to report them anyways if they did something. Maybe for blackmail, but she wouldn't just show other people...well, not without a ~price~

Right now though, It seemed Theresa was being the next 'victim'. Man, these guys were all pretty good actors. Maybe Brody had been there for a reason, and this was all some elaborate stunt by him to become a famous actor or something.

...okay brain, cool it with the conspiracy theories.

“The salt, Tori!” Andy shouted to the other girl.

First things first, she had to get pictures of this.

Before she could though, it seemed gray was intent on telling them all, what they should be doing. Hmph. She had to admit, it was a good plan at least, but not to him. Or anyone else. She was still a bit miffed that he was trying to tell her what she should be doing when she was going to do just that anyways. Moron. He should know that she would do that whether he told her to or not.

"Yeah yeah, I KNOW." She snapped, obviously annoyed as she took snapped a few pictures of Theresa. It took her a minute to find her though, as the flickering lights were a bit disorienting. "What did you think I was gonna do? Sit on my ass while I have such great material here?" She continued, still taking more pictures. "Now quit ordering me around, giraffe with the hideous purple hair."

While she snapped pictures, she didn't have time to exactly check them for what exactly was on them. Not like giraffe boy would let her anyways. Whatever. She could use this stuff as great material anyways. Could make for a nice horror story or something. She hadn't tried writing one of those in awhile! Could be fun.

....Maybe this could be used in one of her ~other~ fictions.

brain, quit going off on tangents. Three in the past five minutes? That must be a new record. now wasn't the time, though. Get out of the gutter. Focus on the so called 'ghost'

[Zoldyck]

-Elizabeth Falke-

Just as Elizabeth had asked if Andy needed some help the door slammed itself shut behind her. Ofcourse I decided to walk in just before it starts getting creepy. She shook her head in amazement at her luck when she finally noticed the sobbing in the bathroom. At first she thought that it was one of the other group members who were probably afraid of the dark or because they were cold. To be honest, at this moment Elizabeth wished she had put on a shirt with long sleeves today... Or a hoody... Or both.

But those thoughts were quickly put aside as she heard gurgling. She tried to get a better look, walking slowly closer. This was the exact moment when Grey aimed his light at Andy and... Wha- No. No, no, no, no, no. This was not happening!

For a moment Elizabeth forgot everything happening around her and a smile formed on her face. A ghost! A real ghost! I knew they were real! She was so happy with seeing a real ghost that she could nearly perform a little dance. Then her brain finally kicked in and the situation became apparent to her. The ghost was attacking Andy! Just as Elizabeth was about to move in Tori tossed salt at the ghost and it seemed to disintegrate.

Andy, who seemed to be reacting well given the circumstances, told the group some information about how to get rid of a spirit. Elizabeth remembered this from her own studies and she knew that it could be any object in this room. A grin formed on her face as she cracked her knuckles. "You heard the boss, let's wreck this place!" Her combat boots would come in really handy under these circumstances, that's for sure. And all this time people mocked her for wearing them. Well, try kicking through something while wearing your expensive Louis Vuitton shoes! Elizabeth didnt understand why people would walk on those anyway. Be honest, why would you use something made by the French? Meanwhile, Andy was already swinging his bat, although it seemed like he was just hitting in the air. Man that kid is as blind as a bat.

Right as she was about to assault the stalls she was interupted by a sudden shreik by one of the other students. As Elizabeth looked over her shoulder she saw that it came from Theresa and apparently it was her turn to be attacked by the ghost. The dude with the awesome purple hair suddenly started to blabber on about communicating with it and ordered everyone around. Yeah sure, his plan was good in theory but it had one problem: The photocamera would make the ghost spasm, this would keep it nicely under control under normal circumstances. But these werent normal circumstances, it had Theresa's neck in it's hands and if it would make one wrong move... Well, then there would be a very loud crack.

So the priority was to get the ghost off of Theresa... And Elizabeth knew perfectly how.

She ran up next to the ghost, she drew her leg in and introduced the ghost's jaw with her boot. A sickening noice could be heard as the jaw, which was barely attached to begin with, was torn off the ghost's face and flew against the wall. Elizabeth's brain thought that this was really awesome, she just kicked a damn ghost! Her stomach however, was not that heroic and Elizabeth strated to trow up a little in her mouth. No matter though, it seemed like her mission was acomplished as the ghost was no longer choking Theresa.

The ghost dissapeared into the wall behind it. Elizabeth looked over to Theresa and extended a hand to pull her up, at the same time she asked Andy a question; "Boss, I hope you've got a plan ready because I think that the next time we'll see that thing, we're gonna be in even more trouble." In all honesty Elizabeth didnt want it to end yet. Despite being in mortal peril she was actually enjoying herself here, though it didnt look like any of the others shared her sentiment in that regard. Ooh well, their loss.

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

Basically, the situation was… chaos.

Theresa was about to die. Gray had started barking orders.

…wow. He was pretty pushy too, huh? Andy would have to remember that for later.

"Alright, so in a nutshell we need to 'renovate' this broken down bathroom,” said Gray. “Sounds better than Sidney constantly carping; not at all contributing to this whole situation, no offense... By the way Sidney, the eyes stuff was a figure of speech. It meant I felt someone was watching us."

Talkative. But yes. That was exactly what Andy had said. And… he kept yelling things. Somehow, Andy kind of thought that he would be better off actually doing something, but yeah, most of the things he was saying did make sense. Although talking to the ghost…

Well. It was trying to kill them. Did he really want to try to talk to that?

Besides, he hadn’t seen its face. Not like Andy had.

The boy shuddered. He was going to be having nightmares for a while.

And then Gray said something that really bugged Andy. "…alright, Elizabeth, could you please grab Andy's baseball bat and start smashing up crap?” he yelled.

Uh what. Andy was generally a pretty good-natured guy. Mellow. Nerdy and mellow. But…

No one took away his bat. No one. He scowled.

Thankfully, however, he didn’t have to reply, because just then, Eliza kicked the ghost in the face.

Hell yes, Eliza. Hell yes. Andy liked this girl already.

She extended a hand to help Theresa up. "Boss,” she said. “I hope you've got a plan ready because I think that the next time we'll see that thing, we're gonna be in even more trouble."

“No kidding.” Andy hefted his bat. They had a few seconds before it came back. “Okay, here’s the less complicated plan-- me and Eliza smash things. Contrary to popular belief, a second human being is actually relatively easy to see, even without glasses. So we smash stuff, and Tori keeps the ghost off everyone with the salt. Got it?”

Also… had she called him… boss? What, was this the mafia or something?

No time to think about that now, though. Andy spun on his heel and went for the first thing he could think of-- the sink.

He raised the bat, and then brought it down with a crash. Bits of porcelain went everywhere.

And then suddenly the ghost was back. It snarled and grabbed him by the shoulder with one icy hand-- but not before he smashed up the second sink, more porcelain flying all over the place.

A single shard flew up into the air and scratched the mirror on the left-hand side, and the ghost--

The ghost howled.

The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, sharp and piercingly loud. An unearthly sound. Andy shuddered, but his eyes were already going wide.

“The mirror!” he yelled.

And that, of course, was when the ghost tackled him to the ground again, making yet another attempt at choking him. Her nails dug into the skin of his throat, and he gagged.

Oh god I don't wanna die not again why does this always happen to--

Goddamnit. Why was it always him?

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

"That would actually be more useful than what you've done so far Sidney."

Gray muttered this to himself as he held back the grievances he would slaughter the girl with. The violet hair was his sisters idea which meant to him that she was actually not only getting on his case but hers. However, unless Sidney he actually could restrain himself from talking from a bit. Either way, at least she was doing something to help all of them figure out if this was the work of a hallucinogenic property escaping into this bathroom.

"Alright, if I can recall, Andy said something about corrupted photos of a ghost due to... something. If his theory is right, this might actually be a ghost as their is no way a camera should act up like that."

As he left Sidney to perform that, it seems others were on the move with... Elizabeth was rushing at the ghost, whichshocked Gray, but made him ponder why she jumped jumped jumped an irrational action.

If he could properly recall, to repel the ghost, you need some salt, but he didn't think running at it and kicking it straight in the face would help at all. He thought the ghost would figure out a way to counter swiftly, but looks like he was thankfully incorrect. He heard a rather ill crack as he watched it fly back into the wall, disappearing in an instant.

Gray, although his idea didn't go as planned, thought to himself about just leaving them to do what they did best while he figured out where this ghost was being tied to. He then recalled that he could always speak to the ghost and make an offering to it. This was possibly foolproof if the ghost wasn't interested on choking him.

The plan was to befriend the ghost and then figure out what the heck happened.

The quicker he could put this plan to good use, the quicker they could escape with Brody and each other intact. As Elizibeth ignored Gray, he snapped his fingers with a cunning smile on his face. He began shining the light around in search of where he could spot the spectral being, finding it futile since it didn't bother appearing.

Well, until Andy started swinging his baseball bat around wily nilly. Grays eyes widened as he let out a little eep as he managed to get out of his way as he got to work with their day of debauchery. The ghost suddenly reappeared and made a mad dash for Andy, but not be for screeching in pain.

Gray could only cover his ears in pain as he ponders on why it would do such a thing before hearing Andy out. Guess his plan would have to wait as he found the source of this whole thing through... destroying the sinks.

...

Well, it worked for him, until the ghost got a little too friendly with the leader of this group.

"Tori, spread the salt on her, I know what to do from here!... Just tell someone to find some bandages for my hand after this just in case please."

As the boy said his piece, he shined the light on the mirror, seeing not only himself but the light refracting as it brightly shone. It was time to smash stuff up and show this Joe how to smash glass.

With a breath of air, he ran at the mirror directly as fast as he could with his free right hand, glaring at it as if their fates on this mortal coil were intertwined. He could of let Elizabeth do it, but he was closer to the mirror than she was and he had to make this quick considering the possibilities.

Gray swiftly launched his hand forward, hoping they could finally learn the truth about this all. Was this recall, or fake, who knew? All he knew was that his fist was about to make contact with the mirror and this was about to hurt like ever living hell.

...

He could only hear the sound of tinkling glass as it fell onto the ground, along with a fist soaked in crimson as the shrapnel embeded itself within his hand.

Was it over?

[Mixtape Ghost N]

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Theresa Sindel Obott

---

I believe! I believe! I believe!

The chant went through her head over and over again as she tried her best to squirm free. Grabbing onto the ghost's hands and trying to pull - yet, she couldn't muster the strength to free herself from it's spectral grasp. Things were going dark. She felt the ghost's clawed grip tighten and put even more weight onto her neck. Wha... why aren't you guys helping me!? The frantic thoughts rushed through her head as she looked at the group. Who seemed to be just as scared as she was. This was it. This was how she was going to die. She just wanted to make some friends and some spectre comes to kill her. Her vision faded to black, and she wondered if anyone here would even care.

... Someone does care.

Theresa barely noticed it, but somebody ran over to her, and kicked it in the face. Theresa felt as it's cold hands left her neck. She immediately gasped for air, and started panting heavily. She was light headed, and felt... terrible really. She kept a hand on her head. She looks around, and saw the person standing on top of her. It was Tattooes! The hot blond that she saw in the meeting room a little while back. Theresa smiled at her, wobbling from left to right, subtly. "Th-thank you... I love you so much for that...." She said to Elizabeth.

Everything else seemed like a blur.... So much going on. And her heart was still racing faster than ever.

She just wanted to go home.

[RainbowReindeer]

Connie Sweets

Oh fuck.

Did that door just freaking close on him? He glanced at the kids left behind, Deborah and Lilith. He decided to ignore both for now. Instead, he tried to open the door to no avail. Connie pounded on the door, calling out the Andy's name. No one answered him. He yelled out the other people's names; Theresa, Elizabeth, Sidney...Brody, even. Muttering more curses under his breath, Connie slid down against the wall next to the door. Hands on his head, he shook his head, disgusted at himself.

He should be the in there with the others.

And the door was fucking shut tight. Connie doubted it was a prank. After all, Andy seemed so genuine about this club... And the others? They were decent people, going after Brody. What in the world did happen to Brody? Connie could only recall the expression on the boy's face, so crossed with fear and pain.

Augh. Freakin' stupid. If he wasn't so hesitant in the first place then he could helped search for Brody. And now the people who went inside were trapped inside and - Connie hated feeling like this. Helpless. His body screamed at him to keep battering the door till it opened but at the same time, he felt something so very dreadful every time he looked at that damned door - and it scared him. Scared him more than the times when Connie met his first few foster parents.

"The fuck we going to do?" He finally said to the two girls, glancing up at them.

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

Could things possibly get worse? Tori wasn't even sure what was happening anymore. The more time passed, the more Tori thought she was in a horror movie. The situation was becoming too real, too dangerous, and too terrifying. If this was what they did every meeting, she didn't know if she could mentally and physically stand it.

“We’ve got to stick together!” It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts or not. We have to find whatever it is that the ghost is bound to, and destroy it. Point it out, and I’ll smash it, okay? Think of it as… as a fun little exercise in vandalism. If Sidney doesn’t get pictures, no one will suspect us, anyway.” Andy called out, trying to calm the group down. As if being funny after someone get choked by a freaking ghost could help anyone... Andy couldn't even reassure them that they were going to end up okay. Who would the ghost pick next to hurt or worse, bring them to wherever Brody was. As if Tori had jinxed it, Theresa crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.

“The salt, Tori!” Andy shouted to her but before she could react, Eliza kicked the ghost with her leg! Without a doubt, Elizabeth was the bravest and strongest person Tori had met. Who could say they kicked a ghost in the face? Remember not to get on her bad side...

"Alright, so in a nutshell we need to 'renovate' this broken down bathroom,” said Gray. “Sounds better than Sidney constantly carping; not at all contributing to this whole situation, no offense... By the way Sidney, the eyes stuff was a figure of speech. It meant I felt someone was watching us." Gray ordered. Not only were people getting attacked, but people thought they had to order everyone around. Destroy the bathroom? If her father even heard a rumor about Tori being part of any sort of vandalism, he would ground her for month. She would have no part in demolishing the cramped room.

Eliza extended a hand to help Theresa up. "Boss,” she said. “I hope you've got a plan ready because I think that the next time we'll see that thing, we're gonna be in even more trouble."

“No kidding. Okay, here’s the less complicated plan-- me and Eliza smash things. Contrary to popular belief, a second human being is actually relatively easy to see, even without glasses. So we smash stuff, and Tori keeps the ghost off everyone with the salt. Got it?”

Tori only nodded partially. She wasn't okay with the idea of destroying the bathroom, but arguing would solve nothing. Throwing salt wasn't hard either, she just couldn't help worrying about the ghost attacking her next. Tori's thoughts disapeared as Andy, for a second time, fell to the ground in a choking attack. A loud howling pierced Tori's ears. She tried covering them, but it was practically useless. Tori needed to reach Andy, but the blaring screech was making it difficult to think straight.

“The mirror!” Andy yelled and Tori glanced up at the scratched mirror. Well I wonder who's going to pay for that...Wait, that's not the point? What's up with the mirror?It wasn't where Brody was, was it?? Tori raised her eyebrow. It couldn't be that obvious, could it?

Not wanting to let Andy die, Tori staggered toward him and threw the salt again, hoping it would help. What was it in salt that stung the ghost anyway? It didn't make much sense, but Tori went with it. If it saved someone's life then that's all that mattered at the moment.

[Ogo]

WARNING: SHIT BE GETTIN’ REAL. Y’ALL MOTHAFUCKAS NEED JESUS.[/hider

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Reader discretion is advised.

By clicking this, you understand that shit be real, yo.

♥Brody Cunningham♥

α Nathan Duarte Ω

1/1/15

#Resolutions

It was late on New Years day. Most would either be partaking in drunken debauchery part two, or sleeping off the consequences of part one. Either way, there wasn’t a chance in hell that anybody would be lurking around a dump like Edison High.

...well, mostly.

Out of the shadow lent by the nearby tree affectionately referred to as “The Makeout Tree” due to an incident involving a substitute teacher, strolled young Nathan Duarte. He approached the maintenance door to the kitchen dripping with confidence, as if he were the sole reason the door existed. It should be honored by his presence. Then the “quiet” and “responsible” young man knelt down, pulling out two metal objects from a pocket, moving his hands quickly to get the tension wrench and pick rake into the lock. The “never-do-wrong model student” fiddled with the lock for several minutes before his patience finally left him.

Was his plan really going to end right there and then?

Nathan could feel his anger starting to swell up in his chest. This was utter bullshit. It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. He was supposed to make a few movements with the lockpicks, and badda boom, he’d be in.

Well, whatever. Time to improvise. Near the door was a brick that the kitchen staff would use to prop open the door during the warmer days. Nathan could have laughed. Fucking idiots had just handed him the golden key. He swiped the brick and looked about. There was a large floor to ceiling window just a few feet down the school. He could get in that way...but should he?

...duh.

Nathan strolled down to the open hallway, and using the brick, picked the invisible lock holding the glass together. He scrambled in, nearly poking out his eye on a shard of glass still stuck to the frame. It was close, but no cigar. It’d take much more to take down Nathan Duarte.

Little Nathan Duarte. Fifteen. Freshman. Just another face in the crowd, another nobody adrift a sea of nothings. An impish smile fought it’s way to his face. Those rubes were just so fucking gullible. They had no idea that a God walked amongst them, the universe in flesh. It sickened Nathan to see them turn their noses up. If they had even the slightest inkling of the true greatness...but it had to be done. This was a test. The people had to prove their worth….

He peered around the lockers at the end of the hall. First right, then left. Empty. Of course. He was meant to do this. It was his destiny. It was so fucking obvious that is practically hurt. He turned at the stairs and climbed. Up to the second floor. He checked the hall before leaving the landing...but it was clear. As it would have to be.

They failed of course. The people, that is.

So why was God himself still strolling through a dump like Edison High? After all, the inhabitants had proven to be a waste of both his time and his love. No, dear audience, you see, you miss the obvious. It is BECAUSE they have wasted his time that Nathan had stuck around. They had to be punished. And yes, he could just wave his hand and smite the blasphemers, but what would that do? It would be deemed an act of God, unpreventable. No, these fucks had to know that they could have done MORE. So…

Nathan stopped before the second floor out-of-order girl’s bathroom. The foundation of the grand plan. Not that you, dear reader, needed to know wh...actually, on second thought, do listen in. If not smiting, then what would the great Nathan Duarte do to cull his sheep, to deliver unto them a message? Ha, it was so simple. So much so, that he had already heard a couple stories on the news of events like the one he was planning. That event? A good, old-fashioned school shooting. It was so brutally perfect. Little innocent Nathan Duarte, normal in every way, just up and shoots?

It would bring fear back into the hearts of the arrogant men.

So how did the bathroom factor in? Well, easily enough...See, Nathan is not exactly a big man. So carrying a ton of...err...surgical equipment would prove to be a challenge. And on game
day...well...he didn’t want to run out of party favors. Otherwise, they might be...uh...alright, enough of the pretty metaphors. He had guns and ammo he needed to stash, and nobody ever went into the second-floor girl’s bathroom. Not since he had been enrolled. And apparently not even before that. And why? Because the bathroom was haunted.

Haunted.

Nathan pushed open the door and took a few steps into the dustbowl.

Fuck-a-duck, these people were stupid. There was nothing before Nathan, and nothing after. He was the beginning and the end. It was so simple. So why would they-

_Waaaa

What was that? The door? Damn this place. Couldn’t even properly maintain the fucking doors of all things. It was a joke. They were all jokes. But no one was laughing. A joke needed to be funn-

Waaaa

…

Ha…
Haha…
Seriously?
He was seriously hallucinating now?
Hilarious.

Nathan looked about, not expecting anything but...well…
No. Doesn’t matter. He had to find a place for the guns. He couldn’t leave them in the open...the mirror didn’t move...toilets too unreliable...Hmm…Nathan studied the ceiling. Tiles...but...he might just be able to push them up. The ceiling was fairly low, but it might not be low enough. He’d need some leverage. Maybe he co-

Waaaa

Alright, that was a bit too...loud. Crying? Was that a woman crying? Nathan smiled. There really was nothing he liked better. So either he really was hallucinating...or he was going to have some fun. His breathing grew a bit ragged, hitching in his throat. Where was it coming from…

Further in the bathroom.

…

Left?

Stall?

One of the stalls.

Nathan moved forward, listening to the stalls, searching for the sobbing.

…

Stall six. Someone was in stall six. Nathan’s hand went to his pocket, touching his pride and joy, a lovely little switchblade, the Negotiator. He heard the sobbing intensify within. His grin grew wide and toothy. He could feel the uh...EXCITEMENT swelling within him. He would make her fear him, whoever she is.

He pushed on the stall door. It...actually opened. He wasn’t expecting that. But, nobody was inside…

…

But he still heard the sobbing. And it was still coming from stall six. But that didn’t make any sense. Nathan entered the stall, approaching the toilet. The wailing continued, seemingly getting louder. It was...it was....

Coming from the toilet? That was ridiculous. Unless somebody dropped a phone or something. Nathan approached the toilet and peered into it.

Nothing.

Just water.

CLEAN water. Err, well, as clean as public restroom toilet water could be. There was nothing out of th-

EYES

Nathan shot back, looking around. Nothing was there. Just him. But those eyes. He knew what he saw. HE SAW FUCKING EYES. Right behind him. They were clear. They were definitely there. Truth. Truth. Truth. Truth. Truth. Eyes. Truth. Tr-

Waaaah

It came from the toilet again. Someone was fucking with him. That had to be it. Someone had DARED to fuck with him? HAD THEY LOST THEIR FUCKING MIND?! Nathan grinded his teeth and approached the toilet again, peering in.

Nothing. No eyes. No phone. No...anything.

Nathan couldn’t help but feel just a touch disappointed. It was just his mind. He was losing it. Yes, he was perfectly aware of that. God must be everywhere, at all times. Sanity has no room in that equation. It was just the hand he was dealt, and dammit, he’d play it.

Waaaah

A chill ran up Nathan’s spine. That came from right behind him.

He hesitated.

Then he turned his head.

Or attempted to. Something touched his back and he froze, paralyzed with fear. In the next moment, he was pinned against the wall. He could hear the sobbing. How couldn’t he? It was happening RIGHT by his ear. Then suddenly he found himself sitting on the toilet. Before him was...a girl? He was being overpowered by a girl? A FUCKING GIRL? NO. HELL NO. FUCK THIS CUNT. Rage blinded him, and his arm shot to his pocket to retrieve the switchblade...or it would have, if he could move. But he couldn’t. His mind was screaming the order, but his body had declared mutiny. All he could do was look. And so he did.

And so he regretted it. This thing wasn’t a girl. It wasn’t a person. It shouldn’t even be. But there it was. He was staring up at the face of what might have been a teenage girl once. But the proportions in its face were off. The eyes were bugging out slightly and were off center...but not naturally so. It’s head seemed to taper off at the top, around the crown. The mouth was sunken in. The nose broken. It was crying...and it was smiling. It lacked and upper teeth. And if that’s all it was, Nathan would have been able to just cut up the Deliverance bitch up right then and there and show her what an imbred little cunt got for touching God himself. But sadly it wasn’t so. For at his angle, he could see into her mouth, see the roof. See the large, gaping hole there that went straight through. That tapering at the top? It surely would be the other end. After all of his late night Internet searches into the land of gore and shock, Nathan would recognize a headshot victim anywhere.

There was just one difference.

Headshot victims usually didn’t move.

He tried to speak, but it placed a pale, cold finger against his lips. Then it’s finger traced down his face.

It touched him.

It felt him.

And then he felt it.

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♥Brody Cunningham♥

Present Day

Last we saw Brody, he had found himself lying in a pool of liquids so foul that no number of showers would ever be able wash away. Before continuing with that, it would probably be best to step back a few minutes and watch the scene unfold in all its glory.

So without further ado...

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

A Few Moments Earlier

It was odd. Nathan was right. This place was...different. Time felt weird. It felt off. Brody could kept time pretty well, but...watching through the mirror, he noticed that everything seemed to be just slightly out of time. Like everything was just a bit too slow. By how much, he couldn’t tell. But when he would try to count, it got really weird. He knew it was off, but the mirror seemed to...jump to match him.

It was really messing with his head.

Maybe he would have pursued that little train of thought more, but something else caught his eye. Something in one of the stalls. Something that screamed for him to check out. Despite the madness going off around him, Brody felt like he had to go to it.

And so he did. Nathan was staring into the mirror, watching what was going on, speechless. Brody had a bad feeling about this guy. A horrible feeling. But what could he do? He wasn’t about to provoke him. Who knows how long he had been...in here. Brody could already feel his mind wanting to go on permanent vacation. He could only imagine what had happened to the younger boy.

He approached the stall. Stall two. He had caught something inside when the doors flapped. Now they had mostly stopped. Four and six were still freaking out. The rest had calmed. He shot a quick glance at Nathan, just to make sure he was still preoccupied -he was- then he opened the door.

He had thought that he had seen everything he possibly could. He had thought that there was nothing left to fuck with him. He had thought that he could possibly get used to this shit.

He was wrong.

Brody slumped to his knees.

Before him, leaning against the back wall of the stall and propped up by the toilet was a girl- or rather, what was left of one. She was young looking. Maybe thirteen or fourteen. She had her hair in a bit of a pixie style. It might have looked cute on her once but…

She had been skinned. Something had peeled off all of her skin, save for her head. It lay in a pile beside her. She was just muscle and gore. It looked like something had carved out pieces of her legs and belly. And the proof was in the pudding. Or clothing. Her clothing, most likely. The meat was piled up on top of a bunched up skirt and dress shirt. He was reminded of the thing he saw on the ceiling just before. He shuddered, then took another look at her. She was nude, actually. Completely bare- save for one thing. A belt. Wrapped around her neck tightly. He could see where it had dug into her, leaving harsh bruises. Her face was incredibly pale, her lips and cheeks discolored. Brody could spot some dried blood around her mouth.

And- oh god- he could smell her. She was laying in a puddle, with some chunks…Urine and shit? Oh god, oh god, ew. His eyes struggled in the dark but...he saw the unmistakable shape of a human tongue. Right there. Right in the puddle by the pile.

“She’s a real mess, huh?”

Brody nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand landed on his shoulder and he heard Nathan’s voice. He was partially to tears again. He shouldn’t have looked. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“See, I tried to get her to let me lend a hand. I told her it would hurt a whole lot less and go a lot quicker if she did it from higher up.”

Wha...what the fuck? Nathan’s grip on his shoulder tightened.

It hurt.

“But the bitch just DIDN’T listen. Ha. Haha. Now look. She’s a fuckin’ mess. Tried to tell her to shit and piss beforehand too, but nope. Fucking retard. Now I’ve gotta deal with that. She went and ruined perfectly good meat. FOR. NO. REASON.”

All of the color left Brody.

Meat?

Nathan just referred to that CORPSE as...meat.

…

Oh God, if you’re there…

Oh God…

The boy’s grip moved to Brody’s neck. He hadn’t had a chance to respond. He just felt a push. Then he was sailing. His face was spared from bouncing off the floor though. A nice pile of shit, moistened by blood and piss cushioned the impact. At least he had partially stopped himself from screaming. So instead of having a pile of human waste shoved down his throat, it merely mushed against his front teeth, coating his teeth and sliding into the space between tooth and lip. And it filled up his nose, rather deeply. It clung to his hair, to his eyelashes, to just his face in general. He pushed up, letting the warm filth fall back to the floor.

This was too much. He cou-

Something connected with the back of his head, and Brody’s face was pushed back into the waste. He pushed against the hand, but he was losing. Foulness was smashed against his skin, and his head was rubbed in, smearing the shit even more.

Brody’s mouth opened to vomit. And it almost succeeded. This time with actual vomit! But unfortunately for the lad, he was pushed deeper into the shit. With the mouth clogged, the stomach discharge congregated in his mouth, burning his throat and tongue.

Death couldn’t come soon enough.

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α Nathan Duarte Ω

2/15/15

Nathan awoke leaning against the door that never opened.

Odd. He never really got tired. He didn’t HAVE to sleep...but the habit was hard to break. And besides, the more he was asleep, the less he was...here. Wherever here was.

He couldn’t deal at first. The first night was the hardest. He felt so...wrong. He felt so dirty… And there was no cleaning, oh no. Not with these faucets. So he just had to bear it. The loneliness. The darkness. The constant fucking crying and...

BANG!

That. That was rough. There was something different about seeing someone actually die before your eyes. It was...so much better than the videos. The way it all came to an end, the realization of that that would flash before their eyes... Nathan loved it. Sure, it was shocking at first, but he grew used to the constant shooting. Then he became fascinated. There was a beauty that came between life and death. That briefest of moments...Nathan was obsessed with it. So he watched the girl shoot herself, over and over again. Nothing else mattered. Not this room, seemingly out of touch with reality. Not his vanished hunger or thirst. Not his unlimited energy, nor anything.

BANG!

This was his destiny.

This was meant to be.

So he spoke to her. Just little things to start. Asking her about her day. How she was feeling. Why she shot herself. What her dreams were. She never answered, of course. She was too busy, what with the whole suicide thing. So he would tell her about himself. He told her everything.

BANG!

It continued for a while.

No answer. Just gunshots. Nathan was alright with that, though. It gave him something to do besides waste away. And he never did get tired of talking about himself. He loved himself. Though...this thing had been the first to just let him ramble. It never interjected, never told him to shut up…

It loved him. He just knew it. It had to be true.

This day, he would make it true.

Nathan rose from the door and crossed to her stall. She sat there, eating the gun barrel. He looked at her. She looked through him.

“Come on out. I want to see. The REAL you. Not this puppet.”

There was no answer...for a while. Then he felt cold, err...colder than normal. He turned, and was standing eye to eye with the thing. It was looking at him, unsure. He smiled, leaned in, and kissed her.

“Who are you?”

She never answered, just looked at him through dead eyes. But he knew. Eloise. Her name was Eloise. She hadn’t spoke, but he knew. This was the true extent of the connection between lovers.

“Well, I love you, Eloise.”

He kissed her once more.

There was no crying that night. Only love.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Present Day

Brody was rolled over onto his back, to which he responded by promptly spitting, spewing piss, blood, vomit, and shit all over the front of his face and shirt. He might even have had a snarky comment about it now, but well…

A fist to the face kind of stops all of that now, doesn’t it?

Brody’s head snapped back and bounced off the floor. Then another fist, striking his cheek under his left eye. Something cracked a bit there. Oh look, another fist. Second verse, same as the first.

Well, Brody wasn’t exactly a stranger to thoughts of death. He had thought about it often. Sometimes he would take the plunge by himself. Others, he’d be cut up by some skinhead for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But this? Being pummelled to death in a pool of some girl’s wastes and his own fluids? By a Freshman? In a nightmarish hellscape? Not exactly in his top five ways to go.

He could feel his consciousness start to slip. He could just give in. Let it all go. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

He almost did, but something happened.

A voice ripped through the air, screaming bloody murder. The room flashed red. Three crimson eyes opened on the ceiling and stared down at the boys. A mouth split the tiles, revealing rotten teeth. It pulled back it’s artificial lips and screamed, joining in with the first voice.

Then everything started to...well...crumble away. The stall’s walls sagged, then collapsed into nothing. As did the sinks, the toilets, the walls, the door, the everything. Except for the mirror, which had at some point faded to solid black. He could see all of this because Nathan had gotten off him. He was covering his ears, looking around wildly.

Then he started screaming.

He was screaming for somebody.

Somebody called Eloise.

---

α Nathan Duarte Ω

4/13/15

He was just inches from her face. If it were not for the mirror, he could just touch her…

Nathan looked into the girl’s eyes. Julia Parker, as he lived and breathed. Of course he knew her. She was pretty popular amongst his classmates. He lifted a hand and touched the mirror. She was...perfect. The perfect victim.

He smiled widely, madly.

Behind the girl stood Eloise. She looked at Nathan through the mirror. Julia leaned forward, checking out a spot on her face. He nodded. Eloise clenched the girl by the throat and threw her to the ground. Then she screamed right into the Senior’s face.

Well, it was rough, but it wouldn’t do to just push her in. She had to be scared. If the plan was to work, she had to be fucking terrified.

And what was that plan?

He simply grinned. In the following few moments, Nathan got to watch his beloved do what she did best: Be herself.

Eloise bashed the girl’s head against the floor, a sink, and a faucet before finally dragging her into the mirror.

He hid. She had to feel alone.

Check.

Then she had to get scared.

He heard a whimper. Check.

Then she had to wander to the only open stall and-

A bloodcurdling scream pierced his ears. Another one met hers before a gunshot silenced it. It looked like Eloise was going to get into this one. He smiled. It was difficult to convince her to go along with this. But he got his way eventually. He always got his way. God would not be denied. God could not be denied. Eloise knew this. Or else.

He took a deep breath, cleared his face, then rushed to the stall. He rushed to the girl’s side, cradling her head. She had fallen to her bum and was shaking rather violently whilst rocking back and forth. She was muttering something. Nathan hushed her, trying to soothe her with soft words. He held her tight. He could feel Eloise watching them, disapproving, but she would have to deal with it. This was the plan.

Besides, Eloise was his OTP. She was perfect. God’s lover. No pathetic girl could get between something like that. Nathan’s grin broke out again. Julia never saw it. She just buried her face into the stranger.

It would be alright, he would tell her.

For him, at least. That he might not say.

---

α Nathan Duarte Ω

4/30/15

FUCK.

FUCK.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

Julia Parker. FUCK HER. FUCK THAT CUNT.

Nathan sat watching her sleep. He was burning with anger. With rage. He considered himself a patient man but...but this bitch…

SHE WOULDN’T FUCKING BUDGE. SHE WOULDN’T FUCKING BEND. HOW DO YOU BREAK THAT?!!

It wasn’t fair. He was good at this. Nathan sat back and thought of his own mother. She had been...well, rather depressed in the months leading up to her death. Father had fucked off with a younger, prettier, happier woman. And Mother just sat in bed. All day. Every day. Wasting the fuck away. Except, she would sometimes call him in and chat. It was always about how everyone else had wronged her. How she felt so betrayed. By her family, by her friends. Everyone was out to get her. It was so fucking annoying. But she didn’t care. She would just constantly confide in him. And sometimes he would give her advice or his opinion. But…

But he was just so sick of this bullshit. All he wanted was to go do literally anything else. This cunt wasn’t worth his time. He was GOD, and she a lowly whore. So he let her know. Not all at once, of course. No, he fed it to her. Piece by piece. That maybe her friends had left for a reason. That maybe her family calling her crazy and worthless, well, maybe they were on to something. That maybe the world would be better off without her. That maybe then she could have her peace. That he wouldn’t blame her if anything were to happen.

Of course, that last part was just the topping. And not a lie, really. He wouldn’t blame her if she offered herself. He’d do the same if he was as useless and pathetic as she. Hell, he was half tempted to do it for her, but no. Patient.

And then one day she took some pills, went to sleep, and never woke up.

And it was glorious. So fucking glorious. The rush of victory…

AND THIS FUCKING WHORE WAS DENYING HIM THAT. WOULDN’T EVEN GIVE HIM THE ONE THING HE LOVED MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD. SELFISH SLUT.

…

No matter then. He’d just have to take it by force. He could feel his ‘excitement’ rising again.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the switchblade. He approached her quietly, slowly. As he grew closer, he hit the button, exposing the blade. Just as he leaned down by her, the girl stirred, losing a great yawn. She focused her eyes on his face and gave him a smile. She thought he was a really sweet guy with how he took care of he-

He stabbed the broad right in the fucking eye. It took a moment to register what had happened with Julia, and by the time it did, he had already pulled out the knife and stabbed the other eye.

She screamed. She flailed. She was held down.

Nathan looked up at Eloise, who was just hovering beside him, watching him. He smiled at her, then took his knife and sliced a piece of the girl’s arm off from just below the elbow to the wrist. She screamed bloody murder the entire time. Nathan just laughed. Then he carved off another piece. And another. And another. It continued for hours, or at least, what might have been hours. Time was fucked, man. Julia must have passed out sometime during the impromptu Thanksgiving. Or maybe she died. It didn’t matter. Nathan sliced her throat at that point. It was now a mute point. Bitch was either dead or was going to BE dead. He won either way. Eloise locked on to something unseen in the room, and tore into it, eating greedily. Nathan lost his shit at that point. Excitement burst. He was right. Eloise, really was a ghost. And it seemed that she could eat other ghosts.

Logic would propose that she would gain strength by feeding. He had asked her once why she never left the bathroom. She just couldn’t. She was bound to her place of death. It was Nathan’s thinking that by growing stronger, she would be able to travel farther. Thus reaching more people. Thus handing Nathan the perfect gun: a vindictive ghost girl wrapped around his finger. His wrath would be that much greater. Men would bow to his strength, he who rules the grave.

And what a perfect plan, that is, until about a week later.

He was just minding his own business, sleeping, when something attacked him.

HIM.

Something laid its filthy paws upon HIM.

THE GODDAMN NERVE OF IT.

He awoke to choking.

By Julia. Or a twisted remnant of her. It was lacking eyes, and had a smile like grin on its neck...and was missing its skin, but…

But it didn’t work quick enough. Before it could so much as bruise him, Eloise was on it. She extended her jaw and bit into the neck, ripping out a chunk and scarfing it down. Then she did it again. And again. She ended up pinning it to the ground and devouring it. It made no sense to Nathan. She should have already been consumed. She was destroyed. Eloise had made sure of it. Unless…

He had read once, and only once, for it was stupid fucking book, that in order to rid oneself of a ghost, was to destroy the ghost’s body, or that which binded it to the realm of the living. Again, horribly stupid, but it might be worth a shot. Nathan returned to her corpse and tried to figure out what to do. He couldn’t build a fire, and there wasn’t a way to bury the body. There was only he and a knife.

…

Nathan looked at the girl with the mutilated arms.

Would it be considered cannibalism for a God to devour a sheep?

He grabbed one of the bloody chunks he had removed from her a while back. He looked at it and...bit into it.

…

It was somehow still warm. Thank God for small miracles. It was still warm. He took another bite. He had heard man tasted like chicken before…

They were right.

Fucking great chicken.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Present Day

Falling. He had been falling into unconsciousness. Now he was just falling. Falling.

Brody was falling. Into nothingness. But it was wrong. There was no air, no wind...he was just moving.

He looked around, and saw that Nathan was falling too. He looked terrified.

He looked mad.

But when Brody flipped to face down(?), he saw something faint in the distance. Something...red? He pulled his jacket up to his face and wiped using the inside. He couldn’t get it all...but he got some of it. Compared to the alternative? He’d take it.

…

Besides, Nathan’s fists managed to clear some of the shit…

The faint red speck grew. Quickly. It was a...a road? A path? He hit the ground, but there was no thud. There was no impact. And when he really concentrated on it, it seemed to disappear. So Brody turned over to Nathan instead. The boy was laying on his belly, but he climbed up to his feet rapidly. He looked around.

“Wha...what the...YOU?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!”

Before Brody could even move to answer, Nathan was on him again, pulled back to punch. But a punching bag Brody would be no longer. When Nathan loosed his first fist, he grabbed it, and struggled with the boy, managing to push him over and mounted him. Brody yelled, and threw a punch. Then another. God it felt great. He threw another. Fuck this monster. FUCK HIM.

He threw one more punch. Nathan caught it, the punched Brody in the throat. The fabulous one started coughing and rolled over. Nathan got to his feet and squared up. He kicked Brody, landing one on the hip. It fucking hurt.

But he stopped suddenly, gazing off in the distance. Brody couldn’t help it, he followed the gaze.

There was mirror. It was really far away, but it was there. But that wasn’t the weird thing.

There was a crack.

And there was light pouring through the crack.

---

α Nathan Duarte Ω

8/29/15

It took a while to get rid of the body. The meat went down fine. Bones weren’t as easy. Hair was...blargh.

But he did it. Completely. He had eaten another human being. Except for the skull, but...well, he hadn’t seen the ghost again, so it was good enough. He had Eloise hold off on grabbing another victim. A half eaten person would...raise questions. Questions he would have rather not answered.

But damn it, it was done. So now it was time for another. He still wasn’t content with how things went down. She had STOLEN from him. His pleasure? Gone. Poof. Because she was a cunt. Fuck her. Fuck everything, but mostly fuck her.

Fuck fu-

The door in the mirror opened. And a very petite girl marched in. Perfect.

He reached out to Eloise. She didn’t hesitate. Just left Nathan’s side and crawled into the mirror. The girl was bawling. Perfect. She and Eloise would get along nicely. Eloise, however, was feeling particularly nasty that morning. She crawled through the window and grabbed the girl’s hair. Then she crawled up the wall, pulling the girl with her. Next came the ceiling. The girl was screaming the entire time. Probably. Nathan couldn’t quite hear through the mirror. It didn’t matter though. Eloise pushed through the mirror and behind her came the screamer.

Nathan smiled.

Showtime.

He barged into the suicide stall that the girl had undoubtedly entered. She was staring wide eyed at the girl eating the revolver. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a hug, whispering into her ear not to look. She pushed against him, crying out in fear.

BANG!

The girl jumped out of her skin (_{not literally. yet}) then clutched him tightly. She was muttering to herself, a prayer by the sounds of it. Ha. How ironic. Well, girl, look no further. God is before you. She thanked him, over and over. They left the stall and huddled by the door. He offered her a bit of leftover meat, which she ate greedily. He grinned an impish grin when he saw how she enjoyed it. It truly was the little things in life. He looked off into space, pleased with his performance, not noticing how the girl was sneaking glances at him.

And blushing.

And honestly she was rather cute. Why, the only thing that would make her even cuter?

A necklace.

He was thinking a leather choker would be in order.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Present Day

“AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH”

Brody let out a scream from his core. Nathan looked down at him and grinned. He had just stomped Brody’s leg. And laughed. Fucking prick.

“So sorry, bub. But it looks like I might have found my ticket out of here. But I reckon I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your uh...heh.”

Nathan trailed off and started down the red path, eyes locked on the mirror.

Brody drilled daggers into the back of the boy. He couldn’t just let him go. He was a monster. A fucking monster. If he got out…

“C’mon, loser. You really gonna just walk away? C’mon and be a man. Fight me, assfuck.”

Brody stumbled to his feet, wiping off his face on his jacket. Nathan turned back for a moment and chuckled.

“Not interested, fagboy. Fuck off and die.”

He laughed, turned, and continued.

Brody popped his neck then took a couple steps behind Nathan. He spread his arms wide and smiled.

“Just going to run away? Big bad Nathan afraid of a fagboy? YOU’RE NOTHING! PATHETIC! USELESS. THE SHIT ON MY JACKET’S MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU, YA WORTHLESS FUCK.”

Nathan stopped. Then turned. He had that look in his eyes, Brody noted. The madness. It looked like he pressed the right buttons. Nathan charged at him, screaming. Yep. Right buttons. He moved in for a tackle, but Brody took a step back and to the side, pushing against the bastard’s head. He went to the ground, but flailed for a grip on the boy’s pantleg. Brody responded with a kick to the temple. Nathan’s twisted to one side and he waited for a moment. Then he started to get back up. This time, Brody charged him. He caught Nathan off guard, and took the boy back to the ground. He threw a couple punches, landing solidly against Nathan’s ear and nose respectively. Then another to the eye.

God that feels perfect. Fucking monster.

Nathan looked a bit broken. He lay there, fighting for each breath. Brody could see them hitching in his throat. The guy might be three different kinds of fucked up but…

Dammit, he couldn’t kill the guy. Brody leaned back a bit, breathing harshly. He was done. This wasn’t happening. He’d just get the fuck out of here and never look back. That wa-

OW GOD DAMMIT

Brody looked down in time to see Nathan pull a knife out of Brody’s arm. Then he felt a sharp pain across his stomach. He looked down to see his white (well, not as white due to...yeah) shirt darkening.

Where the fuck did this psycho get a fucking knife.

He lunged up for Brody’s throat, but the guy was able to grab his arm and wrist before he had a second mouth. The two of them struggled for a moment, Nathan pushing the knife with everything he had, Brody using everything to stop it. But Brody had the upper hand. Literally. He rolled the wrist until he heard a snapping sound. Nathan dropped the knife, and Brody quickly swooped it up. Nathan didn’t let that stop him. He swiped at Brody, landing a solid hit against his jaw.

Brody stabbed Nathan. Near the base of the neck. Then again, this time between a couple ribs. Then again, this time through the cheek. Nathan was screaming out. Brody threw a last punch toward the boy’s nose. He heard a satisfying crunching sound, hell, he FELT it. It felt great. Then he got off Nathan, who just slowly squirmed due to the pain. He was crying.

He was fucking pathetic. A goddamn worm. Brody pocketed the knife and stepped over the body.Nathan would bleed out here. That was a given. Brody was done. He started down the path, not even glancing back over his shoulder.

“GET...BACK HERE...FAG! I AIN’T...DONE...YET”

Brody just sighed and shook his head.

The words of a dying man, wasted.

---

α Nathan Duarte Ω

Earlier Today

Nathan scowled, arms crossed, thoughts gone. He was burning in rage. The plan went off without a hitch. That little puppy was putty in his palm. He didn’t even have to work for it. She practically begged him to help her do it.

…

It didn’t taste the same. Not being challenged for it, that was. At least with the murder, there was a little bit of a struggle. Oh, how did he love the struggle. Watching the life leave their eyes made everything work it. But she just accepted it. FUCK HER TOO. FUCK JULIA. FUCK MELISSA FRANKLIN. FUCK EVERYONE.

Someone else entered the bathroom. A…

A boy?

What kind of faggot enters the girl’s bathroom? Jesus fuck, this could be social suicide.

He called for Eloise to grab the guy...but she didn’t. She protested. It wasn’t a good idea. Not with other body just RIGHT then. He hadn’t even gotten a good start on the...job.

She hesitated again. Then he yelled. For her to move her useless ass. Eloise was hurt at first, but then left the mirror. Anything for love.

And thus we’ve come full circle.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Present Day

A scream erupted from behind him. Brody turned to see Nathan desperately crawling his way. Was he still looking for a-

Then Brody saw what was happening. Two mutilated woman were approaching him. Brody recognized both. The hollow one and one with a belt necklace. Their movements were jerky, their faces pulled back in pain, but Brody could see fully what was happening here.

They were quicker than the crawler. They dropped onto him and pinned him down. One jammed a sharp finger into his eye, popping it. The mutilated one giggled. The other one, the necklace, was busy clawing into his stomach. It ripped first the clothing, then the skin, then the muscle, then it was ripping bits and pieces out and swallowing them. Mutilated took a piece to eat too, but, Brody saw the meat reappear just a few moments, falling out of the hole at the end of his throat and landing at the bottom of the abdominal cavity. He felt sick. But honestly, he felt justice. Or irony. In any case, they seemed content with their little meal an-

An anguished scream nearly toppled Brody. Out of nowhere, the original horror appeared, the one that unbeknownst to Brody, was once Eloise Jenkins. But now? Now it was a creature of pure rage. It tore into the two eating Nathan, ripping them asunder and letting loose another howl of pain. Then greedily stuffed the two girls into its gullet. It looked down at Nathan and sobbed.

Brody could faintly make out the word “Nathan”.

Then it ate him.

Just in one swoop. Nathan couldn’t even yell, if he were even still capable of such a task. One moment he’s there, the next time he’s becoming more powerful somewhere else. Eloise bawled and turned it gaze to Brody.

Brody took off in a sprint towards the mirror.

Eloise followed.

Brody gained speed, feeling the path below him getting thinner and thinner. He didn’t dare turn around. To turn around was to surrender himself to the ghost.

A roar broke loose behind him.

Brody just continued to run. As he came down the final stretch, Brody could have swore that he saw something in the nothingness. Something fucking HUGE. Something moving. He could make out some basic features in the dark. Eyes. Nose. Mouth. Horns. Holy fuck it was big. It’s HEAD was just coming over the horizon, and already it threatened to engulf the sun. If there were one, that is. And despite there being no air, no animals, and the ground on which he ran not even fully there, Brody could sense the monstrosity approaching.

No longer could Brody wait. Ghosts he could take. THAT? Hell no.

As he finished up, he could see the light escaping the mirror growing fainter and fainter. And fainter. No. No. NO NO NO NO AND FAINTER NO! NOT NO!

Brody didn’t think. He gave into impulse and…

Jumped. Right into the mirror.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Present Day: Back in the Bathroom

The crack in the mirror started small, webbing out from the impact Gray made. Eloise screamed bloody murder. She whipped the air around her. But as the webbing spread, Eloise faded.

But it was the salt that nailed the final nail in the ghostly coffin. As soon as it touched her, Eloise fell to the ground, writhing in pain and crying.

Then she was gone. Completely. Everything stopped. No banging doors, no raging sinks...nothing.

A moment passed.

Silence.

Another moment passed.

More silence.

Yet another moment.

The mirror burst. And sliding across the floor, getting sliced up by broken glass? One Brody Cunningham. He didn’t move for a moment. He couldn’t. He felt so sore. Everything was screaming in him. Everything was stinging.

His eyes scanned the room. Still dark. No.

No.

OH PLEASE NO.

THAT’S JUST FUCKING CRUEL. NO. NO.

The room was illuminated once more as the hanging light sprung back to life. Brody could have cried. Might have cried. But his eyes stung. So...no. He ached everywhere. But he fought it. Brody pushed himself up to his fight, but staggered. He looked from person to person, but offered no words, no smiles…

That could wait. There were more pressing matters to attend to than nerds.

For now? Brody turned and approached a sink. He wordlessly turned the handle and watched the water flow. It was real water. He could have cried.

…

Nope, he was crying. Definitely crying. Oh fuck it. He needed it. Brody cupped his hands, gathering as much water as possible, in his mouth before spitting it out. He had to get the taste out. He had to get the shit out. As soon as possible. And then splashed his face. He grabbed for a paper towel but...out-of-order bathrooms? Yeah, not stocked. Brody removed his jacket and used it as an impromptu towel. It felt like he got a bit of the shit and dried blood/vomit off, but…did that really ever leave a man.

…

Whatever. Just scrub. Get clean.

Cleanliness was next to Godliness.

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

That really frickin' hurt his hand as a sharp pain began cutting through his hands, giving him the impression that nails were consistantly tearing through his fingers. He grinded his teeth in sheer anguish as he whipped his arm away. The stain of crimson kept flowing from his fingers as it dripped at a slow rate onto the floor.

Damn, that really hurt a lot... and that was probably one of the hardest punched he ever decided to throw. The impact started off small, about the size of his fist before it spread like wildfire. He could only ponder if it was all over, if this would end it all.

The screech was one of depravity, abandonment, sadness.

It startled him as he completely pivoted around to face Andy and the ghost. He shined the light upon the two, and backed away at a swift rate. The ghost was flailing around as if someone stole a precious person from her. That precious item didn't last as he broke a boundary that she could never repair.

Gray watched with a satisfied frown as she continued to move in a spastic manner before the finale occurred, allowing her vindictive natural to settle. He noticed some tiny crystals fly into the ghost as she continued with her seizures until they made contact.

The ghost... no, the girl fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably while writhing in pain. For a moment, he felt guilty for her, but he couldn't figure out why. This girl attempted to steal their lives away, ending them. Why did he feel sorrow for her?

...

This was something he may never figure out.

The crackling sound of the mirror bursts behind him as he heard it shatter completely. He heard the tinkling of go as on the floor along with a soft thud. Before he could completely return his light and gaze upon the figure, the bathrooms light final switched back on.

The boy switched off his phone and put it into his pocket, as he slowly walked over to Andy, looking at Brody. He looks pretty beat up, like he traversed through a nightmare realm. Gray temporarily forgot about his wound as he felt the need to tend to Andy since he was also most likely in shock from this uneventful encounter.

The boy walked over to Andy and kneeled down beside the boy. He gave his assistance to him as he pushed the boy upwards from his current position, allowing him to so up. As he helped the boy up, Gray could see the obvious marks on his neck, something that wasn't there before. He could only stare in worry at the boy before speaking to him, hoping that this wouldn't cause too much trauma as fhis was a peculiar experience. It even went as far as to freak him out to and scare him.

"Hey, its all over Andy, no need for any salt anymore... I'm glad your ok, even though your a bit injured due to that ghost who got a little too friendly with you. Best you take it easy for now, alright?"

The boy gave a smile to the boy, although he too had a bit of pain embedded in his face as the sounds of dripping continued to pierce his ears. It was still there and it still hurt like hell. It felt warm to his skin, as he still was holding back his chance to scream in agony.

The wound would have to be tended to, but there were more pressing matters to attend to as he heard the sound of water flowing gave his focus as he turned to the sound. Brody was over the sink, staring at it as he begin shoving liquid into his mouth. Whatever happened must of been unholy and he must of tasted something disgusting.

He couldn't help but be glad that he was ok, but he still felt there was something strange. Maybe it was Brody's possible disposition currently that was sour, or maybe it was the atmosphere of this place. Either way he turned his attention back to the boy and gave him a genuine, wholehearted smile.

"Welcome back Brody, glad to see you're back here safe and sound. I hope nothing happened to affect your spirits. Sorry about that girl making fun of you, she'll apologize for it... I'm sure of it."

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

Things started going downhill from there. Downhill pretty fast, too. Whatever was happening obviously had the others frightened. Morons. Couldn't they see this was all obviously staged someway? She didn't know how it was being staged, but that was the only possibility anyways. Unless she wanted to consider the alternative...which she wasn't. Honestly, Sidney wasn't finding this funny or even interesting any more. She put away her Camera, letting it hang limply around her neck, folding her arms as she watched the antics of everyone.

...she kind of wished she had some chips or something now. Maybe even some fish sticks.

“The mirror!” She heard Andy yell. Well. If he wanted to destroy a mirror...easy enough. Just use the-

And that's when, Gray punched the mirror with his bare hand.

...Sidney felt no sympathy for the guy. In fact, she suppressed a small giggle. What an idiot! Dude, that was going to be hurting for awhile. Good thing she got a picture of it too, right at the last second! Hehe, man, she was going to have a field day with this! It seemed as though, the Mirror was in fact the key to all of this. Wow. How cliche and simple. Should have made it a little harder at least. Oh well. Not everyone was a genius at making stories like she was.

She would have made the object to defeat the ghost be a small something. Something small, portable. Like....possibly something once owned by the ghost that perhaps got left here after it died. Whatever though. Not like this was a real ghost anyways. At least Brody was back and they could get out of here. He looked like he had been through hell though.

"Heeey Brody!" She said, giving him a friendly smile. She wasn't gonna ask how he suddenly appeared in here. Probably some sort of...hidden crawlspace or something. Maybe hiding in one of the stalls. It was dark, and the lights were going haywire so it was a definite possibility. "Wow, you look like hell." She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna take a picture of you. I'm not that cruel. Well, unless you were Gray. Then I'd be cruel." She bluntly stated, not really caring if Gray overheard her. "You alright there Brody? Did these guys horrible acting give you a stomach ache or something?"

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

Bang. Smash. Glass shattered all over the murky floor of the girl's bathroom as Gray's bare hand collided into the mirror. Please don't let us get caught here...My dad will literally kill me!

Mere moments after the glass broke and Tori had thrown the salt, a howling shriek shook the entire bathroom. A transparent form of the ghost collapsed to the floor in a weeping mess. One look at the girl had haunting memories rush back through Tori's mind. She couldn't help the tears cascade down her face. What made this poor girl commit suicide? Was it bullies? Was it grades? Why didn't anyone do anything? Questions buzzed through her terrified mind.

Freshman year. Tori had done something that would haunt her life forever. All it takes is one comment, one push, one spark to light the fire heating up inside a person. You don't think about it until it blows up in your face. Why hadn't she done something? She could have done something. A murderer. That's who Tori was. She had tried to shove these memories away. Yet staring at the ghost had it all rushing back. Tori took a step toward the ghost before she completely disappeared. Gone. Just like before. She stood in silence watching where the ghost had been.

It wasn't until the sound of flowing water broke her haze did she look up to find Brody. He looked bruised, disgusting, and Tori was surprised she hadn't smelt him before. Seriously. It was like a bomb of vomit had gone off. She didn't even want to know what covered his face. He started cleaning himself with his own stylish jacket. What happened to him? Apparently she hadn't been the only one to notice the horrid scent filling the room.

"Wow, you look like hell." Sidney giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna take a picture of you. I'm not that cruel. Well, unless you were Gray. Then I'd be cruel." She bluntly stated, not really caring if Gray overheard her. "You alright there Brody? Did these guys horrible acting give you a stomach ache or something?"

Tori was tired of hearing nasty and sarcastic comments. It was enough. Someone had to do something before another person felt the need to escape the world. Tori walked up to Brody, completely ignoring Sidney. No. If she was going to do something, she wouldn't play their game. Wouldn't play her game. Tori would be better than them. She grabbed tissues from her bag and carefully wiped off the rest of the muck off Brody's face. Tori genuinely cared for Brody's well-being and wondered what he had possibly gone through. Hoping to comfort him, she pulled Brody into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry," She whispered to him. Part of her meant for his recent experience but she also meant the faggot insults. No one deserved to hear words like that. No one. Maybe this was her purpose for joining the club? Tori wasn't so sure she believed in fate, but it seemed like she was meant to join and become friends with this so called Spirit club. Not just to show the student body she wasn't perfect, but to show the meaning behind everyone's existence. Tori's lips curled into a slight smile. It had only been one meeting but Tori already felt so much more mature and full of life. She couldn't wait for the next adventure. Except maybe without a killer ghost...

[Zoldyck]

-Elizabeth Falke-

As she pulled Theresa up from the floor Elizabeth gave her a comforting smile and tried to steady her as she was slightly wobbling around, probably due to some form of light headedness from being chocked earlier. Theresa seemed pretty greatfull and it made Elizabeth feel great. "Dont worry about it." She nodded at Theresa, acknowlaging the gratitude. "I'm sure you would have done the same for me." she said, still with a smile on her face. She made sure that Theresa wasnt going to fall over by making her lean against the wall. "Just take it easy now. Dont forget to breath and you'll be fine, alright?"

Andy was attacked, again, by the vengefull ghost but apparently he had figured out what had been the object which bound the ghost to this world. This was a lucky break, cause the mirror was large and it meant that they could do alot of damage to the mirror before totally ruining it. So if they would just damage it piece by piece they could maybe force the ghost to release Brody! Who knows what would happen if they instantly broke it? Maybe Brody would forever be stuck in what ever place he may be now?

However, before she could voice her opinion on the matter purple haired dude had already rammed his fist straight in the center of the mirror, fracturing it. Meanwhile Tori threw salt on the ghost who didnt really seem all that happy to being bannished from this world. How suprising. Tori saved Andy who was coughing as if his life depended on it.

The lights flickered back to life and a few moments later Elizabeth heard someone opening a water tap. When Elizabeth looked up she saw that it was none other then mister fabulous himself. "Brody!" She exclaimed loudly. Elizabeth was practically running up to him and was about to give him a loving embrace when she saw in what kind of terrible state he was in. He looked pale and was covered in vomit, blood and some other stuff. He didnt seem in the mood to be hugged so she decided against it. Tori was helping him clean himself up. Elizabeth did a quick check on him and saw that he was still bleeding.

She looked around to find some paper towels or anything like that but it was to no avail. That wound looks nasty and the bleeding really needs to be stopped... Well, guess there is no other option then this. Without even thinking about it any further she pulled her shirt off (she wears a sports bra beneath it so it's not like she is nearly bare chested now) and pressed it against Brody's abdominal wound. It might have looked more severe then it actually was but atleast this would halt more of the bleeding. "Brody, we need to get you to a hospital as fast as possible. You think you can walk on your own?" Elizabeth asked with concern.