Wells : 4

Ruth had been standing there in shock at the appearance of the woman when she heard the familiar clueless voice of her friend come from upstairs. Takeout? Was even she aware we would probably not be able to get delivery…

“Hey kid. You can see me right? I’m telling you to go home.”

Right. This was really happening their was the ghost of a woman standing front of her.

“Uh. My name is Ruth. Ruth Wells.”

The woman seemed to be irritated.

“I didn’t ask for your name. I’m telling you and your friend to leave this place.”

Ruth shivered. The room felt really cold. Milton pressed himself against her. He too was shivering. She put her hand on her dogs head- part for support and part to steady herself.

“I can’t…We can’t.”

The woman walked until she was right in front of her.

“You can. Whatever reason you bought this house isn’t worth dying. Take your friend and go.”

Ruth took a deep breath.

“Just a year. We need just a year. There has to be some sort of agreement we can make.”

The woman was about to talk when she heard the familiar voice of her friend. She looked up to see her coming down the stairs with. ANOTHER GHOST. Ruth’s hand gripped Milton’s fur. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

“That. is not. a girl.”

Upon seeing the girls reaction Ruth quickyl corrected her statement.

“I mean. She was a girl. Is a girl. But. just. She isn’t alive.”

The woman turned to the girl.

“Violet.”

A light bulb went off in my head. Violet Harmon. The teenage girl who committed suicide in this house. Was this woman than Vivien?

“Mrs. Harmon?”

The woman turned back around shocked.

“You know who I am?”

Ruth nodded.

“Your Mrs. Harmon, right? The woman who died in childbirth?”

She seemed to get visibly distressed.

“If you know who I am that you should know to leave this house.”

Milton turned his head to the doorway of one the next room and started to whine.

“Vivien. Give it a few days. The’ll leave.”

Ruth’s eyes settled on the figure of the man. He felt creepy to her. And to Milton apparently. Her phone going off. Ruth picking it up.

“Yes. I’ve arrived. No. There’s no need to send anyone.Yes. I’ll call after we settle in. Alright. Tschuss.”

Ruth looked up at her friend.

“Have you decided what room we are sharing tonight?”

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Bad Moon Rising – Credence Clearwater

 

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