Paranormal Agency BOOK 2 : THE FUNERAL HOME.
chapter 22

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Linda asks

“I don’t think so.” I replied. I was sixteen again and on my way to school with my sister Linda.

“Well, I do...” Linda said to me.

"Why's that?"

"I've been having nightmares lately."

"About what?"

"Being murdered."

Alison tried to react normally at the reply. "I didn't realize," She said finally. "Are you okay.

That was when it happened.

The man appeared then. A black figure who's eyes locked on Alison's alone.

The figure made her shudder.

Standing in the rain.

Across the street in the rain.

The black figure appeared across the street, standing in the rain. It had no distinct face. It was hard to tell what it was exactly. Only that it was shaped like a person and dressed in black. Alison turned to look at it, the rain falling over her wet face and hair. They stood at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to go and for the traffic to stop.

"What’re you looking at?” Linda asked.

"That guy over there. He’s looking at you.”

Linda followed her gaze. “I don’t see anyone.”

Furrowing her brows, Alison said again. “He’s looking right at you. Don’t you see him? He’s right there.”

"Alison, I have no idea what you’re talking about. There’s no one there.”

Was her sister joking? How could she not see someone so obvious? The traffic slowed to a stop at the red light. The crosswalk’s symbol of a red hand disappeared, changing to the lit figure of a person in mid-step. Alison and Linda began crossing the street. It almost felt uncomfortable going to the side where the strange dark figure was staring at them.

Her eyes moved to the figure once more. Just as she thought, it was still watching them. Even now it watched them carefully from the other side. Its face stayed hidden in shadows. Its head following their movements was her only indicator that it could see them. She saw as it lifted a hand, turned its fingers and snapping them loudly.

A car came careening forward.

Alison turned. Linda was a few steps behind her. She barely caught sight of her sister as the car crashed right into her, throwing the girl across the road. There was a flash of movement then. The dark figure swooped forward, diving in unnatural movements toward her sister’s body. It fell over her, engulfing her in a black blanket of shadow. Then it slowly began to sink into her, disappearing within her body.

Alison began running. When she reached her sister, Linda was already dead. Her pale face was covered in blood, her eyes staring lifelessly at the sky.

"She's been hit by a car," someone screamed.

No. Not at all. There had been no car. Just the shadow person.

Alison looked up. She felt dizzy. She tried to blink but couldn't. She tried to stand up but she was too weak. Linda was dead. Oh God. Linda was dead.

She passed out over the cement and over her sister's dead body. She dreamed that there were monsters looming over her. They mocked her. They screamed at her.

"A idiot little girl like you will never defeat The Devil," They shrieked. "NOT EVER." They clawed at her. Tore at her hair. Scratched her face. Terrible monsters pussing with green and glowing with red eyes and sharp teeth.

"Leave me be," Alison cried. "Leave me be."

She awoke from the nightmare and found herself in a hospital bed. Arms shot out from under the bed and reached at unnatural angles for her arms. They pinned her down. Angry ghosts appeared from all around. They pointed at her, with dead eyes.

Dead people. They surrounded her now.

The were all around. They in her room. Strolling the hallways. They were outside her window. Curled up in the corners of her room in as if positioned there in such a way. Even a dead mouse with blood dripping from its mouth scurried across the floor.

In the depth of her despair. Alison found herself surrounded by the dead. SHE COULD SEE THE DEAD. And they were everywhere.

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