Ghost Girl, chapter 2
"Ok, Trè, it's your turn next." Billie Joe grinned evilly. The guys were playing dares and so far Billie Joe had been forced to shout 'I am a complete idiot' out the window and Mike had had to strip down to his boxers and run up and down the street. They were now, inside (fully dressed) and it was Très turn.
"What's he really scared of?" Mike asked Billie Joe. Billie Joe just shrugged. Then it hit Mike, (it hurt to) Trè had always been slightly scared of going through graveyards, and in the dark...
"I got it." Mike whispered.
"What?" asked Billie Joe, his green eyes glittering evilly.
"Trè." Mike addressed the blue-eyed drummer.
"Yeah." Trè replied cautiously.
"You have to go across the road, to the graveyard, and sit there for," Mike checked his watch "twenty minutes."
"Shit, Mike. It's almost midnight!" Billie Joe tried to reason.
Billie Joe's P.O.V
Oh god, I really hope he doesn't do it. If he does and he comes back scared then Mike will make me go there. He knows I'm a bit scared of the dark, god damn him.
Of course, when Mike makes up his mind, he doesn't budge. "Go on, Trè." He urged. I sat silent and didn't say anything.
Normal P.O.V
Trè sighed and got to his feet. He felt sick to his stomach. "We'll watch and tell you when you can come in." Mike was saying, Trè was so nervous that he hardly heard, he had a really bad feeling about this. "Kay." He heard himself mumble. He really didn't feel so good.
He walked out of their room and down two flights of stairs (the lift was broken,) and out onto the dark street. He crossed the road and jumped the low fence around the graveyard.
He crossed the graveyard and sat down on the hard earth, behind a marble angel. This person seemed to have been missed a lot, as there were shit-loads of flowers covering the grave.
Trè wondered how old they were when they died, how they died, and what their name was. Somehow, Trè didn't seem to be able to get up, walk round the grave, and look at the name. He felt safe like this, and didn't want that feeling to end.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the bushes near him. He stood up quickly, and listened hard. He could hear footsteps coming closer; Trè slowly started walking backwards.
Très P.O.V
Oh god. This is so creepy. I wish I could see whatever it is. That's it, keep backing away, slowly does it. Good, this is where we turn and... fall over? God damn, motherfucking stone.
Normal P.O.V
Trè turned over, and looked up. The footsteps had gone away, and nothing was in sight. Trè breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the name and dates the angel was holding. He let out a cry of fright and bolted back towards the hotel as quick as he could, where Mike was calling for him. The gravestone said;
R.I.P
Hannah Williams
1990-2005
Kidnapped and murdered on her way back from a Green Day concert, the band she loved so much.
"What's he really scared of?" Mike asked Billie Joe. Billie Joe just shrugged. Then it hit Mike, (it hurt to) Trè had always been slightly scared of going through graveyards, and in the dark...
"I got it." Mike whispered.
"What?" asked Billie Joe, his green eyes glittering evilly.
"Trè." Mike addressed the blue-eyed drummer.
"Yeah." Trè replied cautiously.
"You have to go across the road, to the graveyard, and sit there for," Mike checked his watch "twenty minutes."
"Shit, Mike. It's almost midnight!" Billie Joe tried to reason.
Billie Joe's P.O.V
Oh god, I really hope he doesn't do it. If he does and he comes back scared then Mike will make me go there. He knows I'm a bit scared of the dark, god damn him.
Of course, when Mike makes up his mind, he doesn't budge. "Go on, Trè." He urged. I sat silent and didn't say anything.
Normal P.O.V
Trè sighed and got to his feet. He felt sick to his stomach. "We'll watch and tell you when you can come in." Mike was saying, Trè was so nervous that he hardly heard, he had a really bad feeling about this. "Kay." He heard himself mumble. He really didn't feel so good.
He walked out of their room and down two flights of stairs (the lift was broken,) and out onto the dark street. He crossed the road and jumped the low fence around the graveyard.
He crossed the graveyard and sat down on the hard earth, behind a marble angel. This person seemed to have been missed a lot, as there were shit-loads of flowers covering the grave.
Trè wondered how old they were when they died, how they died, and what their name was. Somehow, Trè didn't seem to be able to get up, walk round the grave, and look at the name. He felt safe like this, and didn't want that feeling to end.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the bushes near him. He stood up quickly, and listened hard. He could hear footsteps coming closer; Trè slowly started walking backwards.
Très P.O.V
Oh god. This is so creepy. I wish I could see whatever it is. That's it, keep backing away, slowly does it. Good, this is where we turn and... fall over? God damn, motherfucking stone.
Normal P.O.V
Trè turned over, and looked up. The footsteps had gone away, and nothing was in sight. Trè breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the name and dates the angel was holding. He let out a cry of fright and bolted back towards the hotel as quick as he could, where Mike was calling for him. The gravestone said;
R.I.P
Hannah Williams
1990-2005
Kidnapped and murdered on her way back from a Green Day concert, the band she loved so much.
