I’m wondering if I should start calling this something other than Graveyard. It’s obviously turning into a little story all its own, and I can’t seem to help myself from writing more. While the ghost isn’t Kit’s boyfriend (yet), I think that I’m setting the scene for just that. I can’t wait to see where this goes… and I can’t wait to see where you guys took the prompt!
I had a lot of things to think about as Michael drove us to the house. The fact that my friends were still with me was actually a little shocking. It wasn’t that I’d expected them to abandon me… but I’d actually explained what was going on. I’d told them everything about myself, finally. I had expected disbelief, shock, name calling even. What I hadn’t expected was for Alex to throw her arms around me in a hug.
“Oh, Kit. I always knew there was something going on. I’m glad you told us now.”
I’d always been afraid of what would happen if I told anyone about my abnormality. There were so many things about me, so many parts of my life that no one knew about. Suddenly, Michael and Kit were there, in my inner sanctum. They were looking my particular brand of crazy straight in the eye and they weren’t running away.
It meant more to me than I thought it ever could have.
There were questions as we drove – how long had I been able to do this. Had I ever seen anyone that we knew personally, could I do anything else ‘cool’. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could do anything else… up until today, I’d never thought I could make contact with some creepy demon and see the last moments of a ghost. Perhaps it was the demon’s influence that made the latter possible? I wasn’t sure. I answered their questions as best I could, but I found myself opening the book again and again. There were inscriptions that I couldn’t understand, images, diagrams. I could only tell that the book radiated some kind of wicked power. I didn’t want to look at it – every time I caught myself doing so, there was a snicker from the back of my mind. I slammed the book shut more times than I could count, but still I was always drawn back to it.
Finally, we made it to the house. My heart was beating violently, so that I could taste my pulse on the back of my throat like some wicked candy. I didn’t want to go in there, but I knew that if I didn’t get answers… bad things were going to happen to me. I didn’t want to end up buried alive and a slave to some demon.
You can’t always get what you want.
My mouth quirked in a scowl. I didn’t want that thing talking in my head, let alone sinisterly singing lyrics to a song like it was a modern thing. I shook my head and hopped out of the car before Michael had even had time to turn the engine off. I was nearly running to get to the door – I didn’t care that this was a condemned place. It was off limits to anyone but the owners… and no one had ever really figured out who they were. I hadn’t heard of anyone brave enough to come in here, and if they had, they weren’t talking about what they’d seen.
I was biting my lower lip so hard that I could taste the coppery tang of blood. My hand went to the doorknob and I yanked. Surprising to me and my friends, it opened easily. The darkness of the house beckoned, but what stopped me in my tracks was a soft, accented voice as I stepped through the door.
“I was wondering when that monster was going to find someone else to devour. What a pity, you’re such a pretty one.” My head snapped to the side. There was a boy standing there, dark wavy hair and silver eyes. I knew that he was a ghost, but I could feel my pulse race. He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man that I’d ever seen, dead or alive.
“What do you know about the demon?” Once I swallowed my heartbeat, I could form a coherent sentence. If he knew something about what was happening to me, maybe he could help? There was something about the way that he dressed and spoke that told me he wasn’t from any era I’d witnessed. Older… much older… but there was a grin to his lips that told me he’d been around to see it all.