A Ghost Story
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
2,971
Reviews:
21
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Chapter 2
/.../ represents ghost speech
Chapter 2
Gojyo started to go threw his suitcases, taking out anything immediate he needed. He figured he would call for take out, rather than go back out in the rain. But he could not help staring every now and then at the piano, thinking back to what happened. Gojyo had not been drinking, so it could not have been that. Or maybe it was a big rat? Perhaps a bat or a mouse? Whatever the reason, he knew he could not dwell on it.
It was nearing dinner time so he figured it was time to put his order in, incase the stores close early in the area. He took the phonebook from under the telephone stand and looked up an eatery. As he picked up the phone, he froze as he heard a noise coming from the floor above him, as if someone was walking. Gojyo raised an eyebrow and slowly hung up the phone. He did not hear the sound again, but chose to go up and investigate, in case someone was actually in the house.
Gojyo, unafraid of whatever thug or robber was present, strolled up the stairs and into the master bedroom. There was nothing there in the open, so he checked under the bed, the closet, and the attic. While he was up there he checked around the other rooms to make sure.
“Shit, I must have rats.” He said and rolled his eyes. “Damn old country houses.” He shrugged and went back downstairs to call in for his dinner, this time he was not interrupted by a noise. Lighting up another cigarette, he took out his portable radio and put it on the mantle to hear some music. He sat back in the chair and kicked his shoes off. “Guess I’ll have to invite frick and frack over soon.” He smirked, referring to his two friends.
Bored with the music and lack of cable television, Gojyo reverted to opening up one of his many girly magazines that he brought along with him. He crossed his legs and smirked as he flipped the pages, turning the magazine at all angles. Out of the corner of his eye, Gojyo thought he saw the figure of a person near the doorway and he turned his head quickly to look. But nothing was there. He raised an eyebrow and laid the cigarette in the ashtray slowly.
“What the hell was that?” he thought out loud, rubbing his eyes. “Damn, must be from all that rain and driving. I need a drink…and damn it I didn’t bring any.” He glanced back at the door where he saw the shadow and he felt a sudden quick chill all along his body. “It’s a bit cold in here.” he said, thinking that was what the sudden chill was caused by. Little did he know, that he was not alone in the house. A ghostly lithe hand curled around the woodwork of the door and silently tapped its fingers.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Gojyo went to answer it. It was the pizza delivery guy who, Gojyo noticed, had no umbrella and was soaked from the rain. He also noticed that his pizza box was soaked a bit and sighed. Gojyo paid the boy and gave him a small tip before slamming the door in his face. He sat down at the table in the kitchen and started eating his pizza lazily. With all his stuff on the way, he had nothing else to do. He figured that after dinner, he would go strait to bed so he could be ready for all his things to arrive tomorrow. The room suddenly got cold and he frowned, dropping the remaining pizza back in the box.
“Damn it, I need to make so many fucking calls tomorrow….” he trailed off tiredly. “Damn cold houses.” He got up and went to the thermostat to turn up the heat, when he saw that it was already on. Gojyo frowned and scratched his head. “I guess I must have did it already. Boy, I am loosing my mind.” he smirked and ate another piece of pizza before putting the box into the fridge. He cracked his neck and stretched his back before turning everything off and heading upstairs to his room. He had to check the sheets out first, and found them to be clean. Without a care, he flopped himself down and settled in.
It was not late into the evening when he felt the room get cold again, cold enough to wake him up out of sleep. He groaned and opened his eyes lazily, but he saw something he never in a million years expected to see. A dark figure of a man, only upper torso visible, was by the window of the room but quickly disappeared. Gojyo sat up in bed, his eyes wide and his heart pounding.
“What the fuck-?” he said out loud, turning on the bedside lamp. There was nothing in the room when he looked around, but the event still made him uneasy. It was just like the piano incident from this afternoon, strange and unexplainable. “Damn, I must be exhausted…now I’m seeing things, and I haven’t had one drop to drink.” he said with a tired chuckle.
He flopped himself back down on the bed but could not get back to sleep, the image still to fresh in his mind. Throwing the covers off, he got out of bed and headed downstairs to make himself something warm to drink. He knew he had brought some cocoa and tea with him. The room was too dark downstairs and he made a turn to put the light on. Once again, something caught his eye and he turned around. What he saw made his face drop, his eyes wide, and his limbs still. He saw the same ghostly figure from his room gliding up the steps, still no facial features or feet. He gulped and nearly fell back into the lamp but managed to catch himself.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! I HAVE GHOSTS!!” he shouted and flopped into the armchair, still in shock. His hands trembled a bit as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ghosts….I have ghosts. Not rats, not mice or bats…but ghosts.” He thought about it a bit more, and realized that if he told anyone, they would all think he was crazy. He was a grown man worrying about ghosts and magic pianos. “Damn old houses!” he swore under his breath.
After an hour or so of just sitting in the chair, he heard a sound coming from up above him again. He gulped and looked up, but the sound had stopped. It sounded as if someone was walking, but the ghost had no feet. How could they walk then? A ghost is suppose to be quiet, so how can it make noise? All these questions were rambling through his head and he could not think of a logical answer for any of them. Whatever the reason, he did not want to be bothered by it.
“Damn ghosts! This is my place now and I’m not going to have you all driving me crazy! Understand?!” he shouted up to the ceiling, hoping that the ghost, or ghosts, could hear him. “They’re not going to scare me! I’ve been up against REAL bad asses, and I’ve come through!” He lit himself a cigarette, smoke it to the end, and crushed it in the ashtray. “Fuck this.” Gojyo went back upstairs and into his room, giving it a quick look around first. He got into bed and threw the covers over his head. Lucky for him, sleep came right away.
/Ghost am I?/ the ‘ghost’ said in a whisper. /This is your house you say?/ he chuckled. /This was my house first./ the ghost watched as Gojyo slept for a bit and then slowly faded away.
Chapter 2
Gojyo started to go threw his suitcases, taking out anything immediate he needed. He figured he would call for take out, rather than go back out in the rain. But he could not help staring every now and then at the piano, thinking back to what happened. Gojyo had not been drinking, so it could not have been that. Or maybe it was a big rat? Perhaps a bat or a mouse? Whatever the reason, he knew he could not dwell on it.
It was nearing dinner time so he figured it was time to put his order in, incase the stores close early in the area. He took the phonebook from under the telephone stand and looked up an eatery. As he picked up the phone, he froze as he heard a noise coming from the floor above him, as if someone was walking. Gojyo raised an eyebrow and slowly hung up the phone. He did not hear the sound again, but chose to go up and investigate, in case someone was actually in the house.
Gojyo, unafraid of whatever thug or robber was present, strolled up the stairs and into the master bedroom. There was nothing there in the open, so he checked under the bed, the closet, and the attic. While he was up there he checked around the other rooms to make sure.
“Shit, I must have rats.” He said and rolled his eyes. “Damn old country houses.” He shrugged and went back downstairs to call in for his dinner, this time he was not interrupted by a noise. Lighting up another cigarette, he took out his portable radio and put it on the mantle to hear some music. He sat back in the chair and kicked his shoes off. “Guess I’ll have to invite frick and frack over soon.” He smirked, referring to his two friends.
Bored with the music and lack of cable television, Gojyo reverted to opening up one of his many girly magazines that he brought along with him. He crossed his legs and smirked as he flipped the pages, turning the magazine at all angles. Out of the corner of his eye, Gojyo thought he saw the figure of a person near the doorway and he turned his head quickly to look. But nothing was there. He raised an eyebrow and laid the cigarette in the ashtray slowly.
“What the hell was that?” he thought out loud, rubbing his eyes. “Damn, must be from all that rain and driving. I need a drink…and damn it I didn’t bring any.” He glanced back at the door where he saw the shadow and he felt a sudden quick chill all along his body. “It’s a bit cold in here.” he said, thinking that was what the sudden chill was caused by. Little did he know, that he was not alone in the house. A ghostly lithe hand curled around the woodwork of the door and silently tapped its fingers.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Gojyo went to answer it. It was the pizza delivery guy who, Gojyo noticed, had no umbrella and was soaked from the rain. He also noticed that his pizza box was soaked a bit and sighed. Gojyo paid the boy and gave him a small tip before slamming the door in his face. He sat down at the table in the kitchen and started eating his pizza lazily. With all his stuff on the way, he had nothing else to do. He figured that after dinner, he would go strait to bed so he could be ready for all his things to arrive tomorrow. The room suddenly got cold and he frowned, dropping the remaining pizza back in the box.
“Damn it, I need to make so many fucking calls tomorrow….” he trailed off tiredly. “Damn cold houses.” He got up and went to the thermostat to turn up the heat, when he saw that it was already on. Gojyo frowned and scratched his head. “I guess I must have did it already. Boy, I am loosing my mind.” he smirked and ate another piece of pizza before putting the box into the fridge. He cracked his neck and stretched his back before turning everything off and heading upstairs to his room. He had to check the sheets out first, and found them to be clean. Without a care, he flopped himself down and settled in.
It was not late into the evening when he felt the room get cold again, cold enough to wake him up out of sleep. He groaned and opened his eyes lazily, but he saw something he never in a million years expected to see. A dark figure of a man, only upper torso visible, was by the window of the room but quickly disappeared. Gojyo sat up in bed, his eyes wide and his heart pounding.
“What the fuck-?” he said out loud, turning on the bedside lamp. There was nothing in the room when he looked around, but the event still made him uneasy. It was just like the piano incident from this afternoon, strange and unexplainable. “Damn, I must be exhausted…now I’m seeing things, and I haven’t had one drop to drink.” he said with a tired chuckle.
He flopped himself back down on the bed but could not get back to sleep, the image still to fresh in his mind. Throwing the covers off, he got out of bed and headed downstairs to make himself something warm to drink. He knew he had brought some cocoa and tea with him. The room was too dark downstairs and he made a turn to put the light on. Once again, something caught his eye and he turned around. What he saw made his face drop, his eyes wide, and his limbs still. He saw the same ghostly figure from his room gliding up the steps, still no facial features or feet. He gulped and nearly fell back into the lamp but managed to catch himself.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! I HAVE GHOSTS!!” he shouted and flopped into the armchair, still in shock. His hands trembled a bit as he ran a hand through his hair. “Ghosts….I have ghosts. Not rats, not mice or bats…but ghosts.” He thought about it a bit more, and realized that if he told anyone, they would all think he was crazy. He was a grown man worrying about ghosts and magic pianos. “Damn old houses!” he swore under his breath.
After an hour or so of just sitting in the chair, he heard a sound coming from up above him again. He gulped and looked up, but the sound had stopped. It sounded as if someone was walking, but the ghost had no feet. How could they walk then? A ghost is suppose to be quiet, so how can it make noise? All these questions were rambling through his head and he could not think of a logical answer for any of them. Whatever the reason, he did not want to be bothered by it.
“Damn ghosts! This is my place now and I’m not going to have you all driving me crazy! Understand?!” he shouted up to the ceiling, hoping that the ghost, or ghosts, could hear him. “They’re not going to scare me! I’ve been up against REAL bad asses, and I’ve come through!” He lit himself a cigarette, smoke it to the end, and crushed it in the ashtray. “Fuck this.” Gojyo went back upstairs and into his room, giving it a quick look around first. He got into bed and threw the covers over his head. Lucky for him, sleep came right away.
/Ghost am I?/ the ‘ghost’ said in a whisper. /This is your house you say?/ he chuckled. /This was my house first./ the ghost watched as Gojyo slept for a bit and then slowly faded away.