anyone.
I used my second sight and whistle, but I could not make out the shape of a body.
There were a couple of beds up there. There were also two dressers and two end tables; one of the tables had a lamp on it. The other table had an assortment of stuff scattered across the top of it. The only way that I couldn’t see someone up there is if they were hiding under one of the beds.
Well, I guess I will have to check; ok I am a vampire; why is it that I am all spooked? I need a moment; if someone is up there, they will have to wait.
I went over and picked up my dress that I had tossed into the corner of the room. Thank goodness that none of the blood spray got on it. I went to the little makeshift kitchen. I placed my dress on a little round dining table.
There was a big stainless steel sink, big enough for my entire body, probably used for cleaning their kills. Oh well, I jumped in and washed all the blood off with the little spray hose. Pleasant surprise, they have hot water. I hopped out, dried off and got dressed, turned and looked at the bottom of the staircase. Ok coward, time to investigate.
I was three quarters up the staircase, and just high enough that my eyes were level with the floor of the loft. I could now see under both beds. There was nothing but dust under them. Wow, I need a friend; I am going crazy; there is no one up here. I walked all the way up to the top of the stairs… empty beds. I turned to go back down the stairs.
Who is that? Right down in the room, a girl was standing. She was looking down and staring at the two dead bodies.
She looked to be about my height and build. She had on jeans, cowgirl boots, and western style shirt. She was pretty with brown hair that hung just past her shoulders with just a little bit of curl; unlike mine, straight as a ruler. The only thing that was missing was a big old cowgirl hat and a giant buckle for her belt.
Well how did she come into this cabin without me hearing her, and that’s not all. I have been practicing like crazy with my second sight. I am always letting out a little whistle to look around me.
I whistled again, and there was no one there. How can that be? Sound bounces off of the body and comes back to my ears… whoa, hold the phone. Now that I have been watching her for a minute, I can see through her.
Of course, my luck is unbreakable. Of course, there is a ghost in this cabin. If my luck stays true, she will want to haunt me for killing redneck perverts.
I didn’t know what to say. I just decided to see if she could speak to me and find out what she wanted. “I just want you to know that I am not afraid of no ghosts.”
The girl looked up at me in surprise but then started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I said.
She stopped laughing, and said. “That’s the line from Ghostbusters; you’re pretty funny aren’t you?”
“What?” I replied, what on earth is a Ghostbuster?
“Oh, I am sorry, how rude. Like my mom didn’t teach me no manners or anything. My name is Carrie; I am just so happy you can see and hear me. How is that anyway?” The ghost just keeps on talking while she asked questions “And thank you for killing these guys; maybe I will be at rest soon. Don’t you think? Or do you think I have to wait until daytime or something? Oh, wait you probably don’t know that I disappear during the day, do you? Every time they bring a girl up here I hide up in the loft. Boy, I wish I could leave this shithole; can you leave? I thought they were going to kill you; boy did it surprise me when you started fighting them. Where did you learn to fight like that? I have seen my brothers fight but not like that. Boy, Oh boy, can you hold your own. Have you been in a lot of fights? Just listen to me prattle on and on and not let you add a word in edgewise, didn't I? My mother said I could talk a rooster into not crowing. What you think she meant by that? She was always sayin stuff that didn’t make a lick of sense. Don’t take
I used my second sight and whistle, but I could not make out the shape of a body.
There were a couple of beds up there. There were also two dressers and two end tables; one of the tables had a lamp on it. The other table had an assortment of stuff scattered across the top of it. The only way that I couldn’t see someone up there is if they were hiding under one of the beds.
Well, I guess I will have to check; ok I am a vampire; why is it that I am all spooked? I need a moment; if someone is up there, they will have to wait.
I went over and picked up my dress that I had tossed into the corner of the room. Thank goodness that none of the blood spray got on it. I went to the little makeshift kitchen. I placed my dress on a little round dining table.
There was a big stainless steel sink, big enough for my entire body, probably used for cleaning their kills. Oh well, I jumped in and washed all the blood off with the little spray hose. Pleasant surprise, they have hot water. I hopped out, dried off and got dressed, turned and looked at the bottom of the staircase. Ok coward, time to investigate.
I was three quarters up the staircase, and just high enough that my eyes were level with the floor of the loft. I could now see under both beds. There was nothing but dust under them. Wow, I need a friend; I am going crazy; there is no one up here. I walked all the way up to the top of the stairs… empty beds. I turned to go back down the stairs.
Who is that? Right down in the room, a girl was standing. She was looking down and staring at the two dead bodies.
She looked to be about my height and build. She had on jeans, cowgirl boots, and western style shirt. She was pretty with brown hair that hung just past her shoulders with just a little bit of curl; unlike mine, straight as a ruler. The only thing that was missing was a big old cowgirl hat and a giant buckle for her belt.
Well how did she come into this cabin without me hearing her, and that’s not all. I have been practicing like crazy with my second sight. I am always letting out a little whistle to look around me.
I whistled again, and there was no one there. How can that be? Sound bounces off of the body and comes back to my ears… whoa, hold the phone. Now that I have been watching her for a minute, I can see through her.
Of course, my luck is unbreakable. Of course, there is a ghost in this cabin. If my luck stays true, she will want to haunt me for killing redneck perverts.
I didn’t know what to say. I just decided to see if she could speak to me and find out what she wanted. “I just want you to know that I am not afraid of no ghosts.”
The girl looked up at me in surprise but then started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I said.
She stopped laughing, and said. “That’s the line from Ghostbusters; you’re pretty funny aren’t you?”
“What?” I replied, what on earth is a Ghostbuster?
“Oh, I am sorry, how rude. Like my mom didn’t teach me no manners or anything. My name is Carrie; I am just so happy you can see and hear me. How is that anyway?” The ghost just keeps on talking while she asked questions “And thank you for killing these guys; maybe I will be at rest soon. Don’t you think? Or do you think I have to wait until daytime or something? Oh, wait you probably don’t know that I disappear during the day, do you? Every time they bring a girl up here I hide up in the loft. Boy, I wish I could leave this shithole; can you leave? I thought they were going to kill you; boy did it surprise me when you started fighting them. Where did you learn to fight like that? I have seen my brothers fight but not like that. Boy, Oh boy, can you hold your own. Have you been in a lot of fights? Just listen to me prattle on and on and not let you add a word in edgewise, didn't I? My mother said I could talk a rooster into not crowing. What you think she meant by that? She was always sayin stuff that didn’t make a lick of sense. Don’t take
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