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Travis asked a question instead of answering. “Who made that rule?” She couldn’t discern any emotion in his voice. It made Hailey even more nervous. Soon she felt that the movie currently playing no longer had much effect on her. “That...” She swallowed a bit. Then she gathered courage and said, “When I was young, I used to go out to hide with my friends at night. I was scared. Therefore, I am afraid of ghosts. I will get angry with anyone who tells me a ghost story. Didn’t you figure that out a while ago? So, I was furious just now. That’s why I said such a thing.”

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

I said, forcing a cheerful smile. My mom stared at me and then she smiled. "I'd like that. How about we watch Stranger Things? It's your favorite movie," she said. "Yeah… I'd love that," I said, laughing genuinely. Call me weird, but back when I was still in Greystone Falls and still living like a human, my best movies were horror movies. I was a movie lover and I could watch any kind of genre, but horror movies were my favorite. My mom wasn't a fan of horror movies; she loved rom-coms, but because of me, she'd try to watch one with me, and anytime she did, she always ended up screaming or covering her face with a throw pillow.

We got to the lady collecting the tickets and I glanced at the banner of the movie at the entrance of the theater room. "This looks like a horror movie." I raised my eyebrows at it. "Because it is a horror movie," the lady replied as she motioned us to go in. My eyes widened as I glanced at Dave. "You brought me here to watch a horror movie?" "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" He gave me a confused look. "I don't do well with horror movies," I whisper-yelled because I didn't want to draw the attention of other people. "I always feel like a ghost or zombie, whatever it is that was in the movie is out to get me too."

The other men in the van rushed to catch their fallen comrade, when a familiar face popped into existence. Ghost melted from thin-air, his eyes black as night. In his hand was the blood-soaked blade that had gone through the throat of the male that had planned on raping me. He smiled at the others, this deadly, flat thing that had the hairs along the back of my neck rising. I’d never say this aloud, but Ghost was even more frightening than my would-be rapist.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”

" Grace reminded her. "Oh yeah, you'll go there with a broken foot," Ava said sarcastically and Grace agreed to her request in the end. Ava chose a horror movie but Grace was quite unsure about this because first, it was 5 in the morning which was a bad time to watch a horror movie, and second she was damn scared of these types of things. The movie stared and Ava was excited about it but Grace was covered in blankets. She screamed when the ghost appeared suddenly and scared Ava as well. She turned to look at her and found her trembling due to fear. She laid back and wrapped her arms around her.

“Nah. Not a chance.” Still… the thought was there, nagging like a loose thread. He turned on the Scream series, flipping through all the old movies. It was her favorite franchise. She likes to quote the lines, do those dramatic gasps during the kill scenes, hide her face just to peek through her fingers. He smiled at the memory. Then it faded. Now it was just him. Alone. Watching Scream with a stomach full of cereal and a heart full of confusion. Eventually, somewhere between Ghostface’s third kill and a rerun of part four, he passed out on the couch.

Grant says, without a trace of humor. My eyes widen. “You’re kidding.” “No. I’m not.” My favorite scary movie of all time is The Silence Of The Lambs. My favorite television show of the last five years (after Game of Thrones) is Hannibal. You would think that telling a girl that Hannibal Lecter is in the mix would scare her away. If I were smarter, it probably would. But I’m not smart like that. Just book/computer code/programming smart. Not avoid the possible homicidal maniac job at all costs smart.

A nightmare to the rest. Maybe it was time the rest of them knew, too. “You should be,” I said, stepping through the crowd until I stood right in front of him. He smirked. “Give me one reason to be scared of you.” “Ever heard of The Ghost?” His expression flickered. “Yeah. She’s a myth. What about her?” “You have her standing in front of you.” Confusion scrunched up his forehead. “Huh? Where’s your tattoo then?” God. Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face.