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When I woke up the morning sunlight was pouring in through the window in my room and onto my sheets. I sat up and ran a hand though my hair. The movement turned into a yawn and a stretch. I soon remembered what I had seen the day before.
Of course, I could have been a dream, but it didn't seem like one, it was too vivid; too real to be a dream. Maybe RJ was right, and I just need to relax.
Just then, a little blonde head caught my eye. It was at the foot of my bed, and it slowly rose up until I could see some little pale, lifeless eyes peer over the end of my bed. Little chubby fingers appeared next to her face and the little girl, the same one as the day before, stared me straight in the eyes.
"Wanna play?" She asked in a hoarse, whispery tone. I shivered, I was so surprised, afraid, and calm at the same time, I couldn't make any words. I blinked and she disappeared, an echo of a giggle flew down the hall. I got out of bed and ran downstairs, into the kitchen and picked up the phone; fear pumping through my thoughts and into my veins.
I dialed RJ's number and held it to my ear. When I turned I was face-to-face with the boy I'd seen last night. Now, of course, I had a way better view of him. His hair was black and thick. Short, but long enough to hang in bangs in front of his eyes. On his right side, he had his hair shaven down to a buzz cut, starting at his part. He wore a brown and tan hoodie and looked straight into my blue eyes with his dead-looking brown ones.
"Boo," He said.
I screamed again, dropping the phone, right as I heard RJ pick up his cell and answer.
I stared at the boy, who smiled, and the little girl walked out from behind him. They both laughed. The boy picked up the phone and hung it up, and I stared at them.
"G-get out of my house!" I ordered. They both exchanged a look, and the boy smiled again.
"You mean our house? You just got here, and you do not want to be messing with us, lady." He lifted his hand and a drawer opened, and knife floating out. It pointed itself at me and zoomed at my face. I screamed and covered my face with my hands.
When nothing happened, I moved them and saw the knife right in front of me. I eyed the knife, nearly crossing my eyes it was so close to my face, and then looked at the boy. The little girl that stood by his side tugged at his hoodie.
"Greg," she whispered. He looked at her, then bent down. She cupped her hand over his ear and whispered something to him. He stood back up and nodded.
"Good idea," he said, and the knife dropped, almost hitting my feet as it clacked to the floor. "Let's go, you need to meet Kat," he said. Greg and the little girl turned and walked down the hall.
I thought about leaving, but decided to play along and followed them. The boy could probably kill me if he wanted to, thus I decided I was going to do whatever he asked instead of possibly becoming Swiss cheese.
"How did you do that?" I asked him, referring to the knife.
"I'm a poltergeist," He said as the little girl ran ahead of us and up the stairs. We followed more slowly. I noticed that he had a little bit of a limp, and probably could go much faster even if he tried.
"A....poltergeist..." I said in disbelief.
We went up the stairs and down the hall into the office. When I walked in, I found a woman leaning on the desk, possibly in her late 20's and absolutely beautiful. She was dressed like a flapper and had a cigarette in her mouth that had been reduced to a burning butt. She flicked her short blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at me. Her blue eyes looked dead too, just like Greg's, and the little girl's.
"Hello," She said, and tapped her cigarette on the edge of the table, ashes falling from the tip and onto the floor. "So, you just moved in?"
"Uhm, how did you guys get in here?" I asked, trying to hold back the little bit of fear in my voice.
"Honey, we've been here." She said, "We all were here a long, long time before you ever got here."
I looked at her and furrowed my brow. "What do you mean?"
"We are all dead," Greg said. "Like I told you..."
"Oh, I'm being rude," The woman said, "I'm Kat, and you've already met Greg and Missy." I turned and looked at them. Missy hid behind Greg's legs and stuck her tongue out at me. If I wasn't so freaked out I would have smiled.
"So, why are you here? Shouldn't you, I don't know...pass on?" I asked.
"Well, we would if we could, but we can't. You see, our murders were unsolved, and we have no idea where our bodies are." She put a hand to her forehead, then rubbed her temple with two fingers. "Sorry, headache," she told us.
I felt my stomach turn, "Wait, wait, wait, murders? As in, in this house?"
She nodded, "Yup, our bodies are here too, and if we find them we can move on."
I started to feel sick. There were bodies in my house, rotting in the walls somewhere. "Why couldn't you look for them before?" I questioned.
Missy walked up to me and tugged on my shirt. I looked down at her and she gestured for me to lean down.
I hesitantly leaned down and she cupped her hand over my ear. "Greg is the only poltergeist, we can't move things."
"And I can only look so much," Greg cut in, "Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places." He said, some disappointment in his voice. Kat looked at him with pity, and walked over, swinging her hips as she walked. She put an arm around him then turned to me. "You've got to help us. We need to get out of here."
I looked at them, thinking about it. I may be their only hope, maybe the next owner of the house wouldn't be so kind to them.
"O-okay," I said, and right after I heard the doorbell. I looked at the group, then walked out of the room and down the hall.

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When I woke up the morning sunlight was pouring in through the window in my room and onto my sheets. I sat up and ran a hand though my hair. The movement turned into a yawn and a stretch. I soon remembered what I had seen the day before.
Of course, I could have been a dream, but it didn't seem like one, it was too vivid; too real to be a dream. Maybe RJ was right, and I just need to relax.
Just then, a little blonde head caught my eye. It was at the foot of my bed, and it slowly rose up until I could see some little pale, lifeless eyes peer over the end of my bed. Little chubby fingers appeared next to her face and the little girl, the same one as the day before, stared me straight in the eyes.
"Wanna play?" She asked in a hoarse, whispery tone. I shivered, I was so surprised, afraid, and calm at the same time, I couldn't make any words. I blinked and she disappeared, an echo of a giggle flew down the hall. I got out of bed and ran downstairs, into the kitchen and picked up the phone; fear pumping through my thoughts and into my veins.
I dialed RJ's number and held it to my ear. When I turned I was face-to-face with the boy I'd seen last night. Now, of course, I had a way better view of him. His hair was black and thick. Short, but long enough to hang in bangs in front of his eyes. On his right side, he had his hair shaven down to a buzz cut, starting at his part. He wore a brown and tan hoodie and looked straight into my blue eyes with his dead-looking brown ones.
"Boo," He said.
I screamed again, dropping the phone, right as I heard RJ pick up his cell and answer.
I stared at the boy, who smiled, and the little girl walked out from behind him. They both laughed. The boy picked up the phone and hung it up, and I stared at them.
"G-get out of my house!" I ordered. They both exchanged a look, and the boy smiled again.
"You mean our house? You just got here, and you do not want to be messing with us, lady." He lifted his hand and a drawer opened, and knife floating out. It pointed itself at me and zoomed at my face. I screamed and covered my face with my hands.
When nothing happened, I moved them and saw the knife right in front of me. I eyed the knife, nearly crossing my eyes it was so close to my face, and then looked at the boy. The little girl that stood by his side tugged at his hoodie.
"Greg," she whispered. He looked at her, then bent down. She cupped her hand over his ear and whispered something to him. He stood back up and nodded.
"Good idea," he said, and the knife dropped, almost hitting my feet as it clacked to the floor. "Let's go, you need to meet Kat," he said. Greg and the little girl turned and walked down the hall.
I thought about leaving, but decided to play along and followed them. The boy could probably kill me if he wanted to, thus I decided I was going to do whatever he asked instead of possibly becoming Swiss cheese.
"How did you do that?" I asked him, referring to the knife.
"I'm a poltergeist," He said as the little girl ran ahead of us and up the stairs. We followed more slowly. I noticed that he had a little bit of a limp, and probably could go much faster even if he tried.
"A....poltergeist..." I said in disbelief.
We went up the stairs and down the hall into the office. When I walked in, I found a woman leaning on the desk, possibly in her late 20's and absolutely beautiful. She was dressed like a flapper and had a cigarette in her mouth that had been reduced to a burning butt. She flicked her short blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at me. Her blue eyes looked dead too, just like Greg's, and the little girl's.
"Hello," She said, and tapped her cigarette on the edge of the table, ashes falling from the tip and onto the floor. "So, you just moved in?"
"Uhm, how did you guys get in here?" I asked, trying to hold back the little bit of fear in my voice.
"Honey, we've been here." She said, "We all were here a long, long time before you ever got here."
I looked at her and furrowed my brow. "What do you mean?"
"We are all dead," Greg said. "Like I told you..."
"Oh, I'm being rude," The woman said, "I'm Kat, and you've already met Greg and Missy." I turned and looked at them. Missy hid behind Greg's legs and stuck her tongue out at me. If I wasn't so freaked out I would have smiled.
"So, why are you here? Shouldn't you, I don't know...pass on?" I asked.
"Well, we would if we could, but we can't. You see, our murders were unsolved, and we have no idea where our bodies are." She put a hand to her forehead, then rubbed her temple with two fingers. "Sorry, headache," she told us.
I felt my stomach turn, "Wait, wait, wait, murders? As in, in this house?"
She nodded, "Yup, our bodies are here too, and if we find them we can move on."
I started to feel sick. There were bodies in my house, rotting in the walls somewhere. "Why couldn't you look for them before?" I questioned.
Missy walked up to me and tugged on my shirt. I looked down at her and she gestured for me to lean down.
I hesitantly leaned down and she cupped her hand over my ear. "Greg is the only poltergeist, we can't move things."
"And I can only look so much," Greg cut in, "Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places." He said, some disappointment in his voice. Kat looked at him with pity, and walked over, swinging her hips as she walked. She put an arm around him then turned to me. "You've got to help us. We need to get out of here."
I looked at them, thinking about it. I may be their only hope, maybe the next owner of the house wouldn't be so kind to them.
"O-okay," I said, and right after I heard the doorbell. I looked at the group, then walked out of the room and down the hall.