Ghost Girl, chapter 4
Mike shivered slightly as he walked down to the corner shop in search of coffee. He had left Billie Joe and Trè having breakfast. Both just weren't normal, what was going on? Trè had woken up in the middle of the night, so had Billie Joe, was there something they weren't telling him?
He walked into the shop and grabbed a jar of coffee. He wasn't thinking right when he handed over the cash. The lady handed him his bag and the change. He started to slowly make his way back up to the hotel.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way his coffee had disappeared last night, what Trè had said about a ghost, was it true? He shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts and ran the last ten meters to the hotel.
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Trè's P. O. V
I'm walking down to breakfast, BJ is right behind me. He keeps muttering to himself. Ha, I might have seen the murder, but at least I'm not going mad! Heh, he is definitely going nuts, he just screamed slightly when he saw this teenage girl walk in with her family.
SHIT!
I glanced over into the corner of the room, where I saw Hannah just sitting there. What makes it worse, was that she is wearing the same clothes as I saw her get killed in, and she's bleeding. From the two stab wounds Billie made, there's blood just trickling out.
Normal P. O. V
Trè stood up and screamed, loudly. He ran out the room, still screaming his head off.
Mike walked in, heard Trè screaming and ran into the room. He was just in time to see Trè run out and to hear one lady mutter, "Honestly, young people these days."
Billie Joe just sat there, looking confused.
Billie Joe's P. O. V
Great, I know what he saw. It was her, wasn't it? At least I can't see her; I never want to see her again. But I'm going to, aren't I? I mean, if she's come back to haunt Trè, and all he did was watch her die, then surely she's going to haunt me.
***
Normal P. O. V
Trè sat there, backstage, about an hour before their concert. He was twisting his drumsticks between his fingers and praying, silently, that nothing would go wrong on stage, and that when they left this town, they would leave Hannah behind as well.
Billie Joe sat there, practicing a few random cords on a guitar. He knew he wasn't gonna get drunk tonight. The last thing he wanted was two ghosts haunting him.
Mike, well, we all know and love Mike. He was sitting in the corner, with his beloved coffee. Since yesterday, when Trè had gone mad in the restaurant, he had been forced to buy two more pots of coffee. He would get halfway through a jar, and the rest would disappear.
Très P. O. V
Oh god, this is gonna be scary.
Concerts aren't all that scary; you get used to it. But since I started seeing Hannah, every day is another day in hell. I just don't know when she's gonna pop up, when I'm gonna see her next. I've seen her twice more since this morning.
The first time, she just looked normal; it was when Mike persuaded me to go get another jar of coffee seeing as he'd gone this morning. The whole jar just disappeared. It was kinda freaky, He'd only had one cup, and the rest just vanished. When I saw Hannah she was standing across the road from me, she wasn't bleeding, but she was crying. Then she just melted into thin air.
The second time was when we were in the car to get here. She was sitting in the back, in between me and BJ, she seemed to be screaming. Billie didn't see her, but I know he heard her 'cause he looked at me once and asked me why I was screaming. I said I wasn't but he didn't believe me, he kept giving me funny looks.
Billie Joe's P. O. V
I won't believe she's come back. Ghosts don't exist. Trè kept screaming in the car, I think he's mastered ventriloquism or something, every time I looked at him, his mouth wasn't moving but the screaming continued.
No shut up brain.
I gotta focus on this concert, I can't get distracted.
What the fuck?!
There's just this bass guitar playing somewhere, when I look at Mike, his bass is on the other side of the room, he's drinking coffee, but the bass continues.
The person who's playing is quite good actually, NO! SHUT UP BRAIN!
Normal P. O. V
Suddenly, Mike screamed as he went to get more coffee. He came storming back in. "Ok," He fumed, "Which one of you did it?"
"Did what Mikey?" Asked Trè.
"The coffee! It's all gone!" Yelled Mike. "We had another jar-and-three-quarters left, and all of it's gone!"
"Calm down, Mike." Said Billie Joe, putting his guitar down. "It can't have been any of us, you've been watching us the whole time."
A random guy stuck his head round the door and said; "Five minutes guys."
"Thanks, Rick." Replied Billie Joe.
Mike's P. O. V
Shit.
I don't drink that much coffee... I hope. What is going on here? Ever since Trè came here after taking directions from a girl, everything's been fucked up. Him and Billie are losing it, my coffee keeps going missing, it's like we're being haunted or something.
He walked into the shop and grabbed a jar of coffee. He wasn't thinking right when he handed over the cash. The lady handed him his bag and the change. He started to slowly make his way back up to the hotel.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way his coffee had disappeared last night, what Trè had said about a ghost, was it true? He shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts and ran the last ten meters to the hotel.
***
Trè's P. O. V
I'm walking down to breakfast, BJ is right behind me. He keeps muttering to himself. Ha, I might have seen the murder, but at least I'm not going mad! Heh, he is definitely going nuts, he just screamed slightly when he saw this teenage girl walk in with her family.
SHIT!
I glanced over into the corner of the room, where I saw Hannah just sitting there. What makes it worse, was that she is wearing the same clothes as I saw her get killed in, and she's bleeding. From the two stab wounds Billie made, there's blood just trickling out.
Normal P. O. V
Trè stood up and screamed, loudly. He ran out the room, still screaming his head off.
Mike walked in, heard Trè screaming and ran into the room. He was just in time to see Trè run out and to hear one lady mutter, "Honestly, young people these days."
Billie Joe just sat there, looking confused.
Billie Joe's P. O. V
Great, I know what he saw. It was her, wasn't it? At least I can't see her; I never want to see her again. But I'm going to, aren't I? I mean, if she's come back to haunt Trè, and all he did was watch her die, then surely she's going to haunt me.
***
Normal P. O. V
Trè sat there, backstage, about an hour before their concert. He was twisting his drumsticks between his fingers and praying, silently, that nothing would go wrong on stage, and that when they left this town, they would leave Hannah behind as well.
Billie Joe sat there, practicing a few random cords on a guitar. He knew he wasn't gonna get drunk tonight. The last thing he wanted was two ghosts haunting him.
Mike, well, we all know and love Mike. He was sitting in the corner, with his beloved coffee. Since yesterday, when Trè had gone mad in the restaurant, he had been forced to buy two more pots of coffee. He would get halfway through a jar, and the rest would disappear.
Très P. O. V
Oh god, this is gonna be scary.
Concerts aren't all that scary; you get used to it. But since I started seeing Hannah, every day is another day in hell. I just don't know when she's gonna pop up, when I'm gonna see her next. I've seen her twice more since this morning.
The first time, she just looked normal; it was when Mike persuaded me to go get another jar of coffee seeing as he'd gone this morning. The whole jar just disappeared. It was kinda freaky, He'd only had one cup, and the rest just vanished. When I saw Hannah she was standing across the road from me, she wasn't bleeding, but she was crying. Then she just melted into thin air.
The second time was when we were in the car to get here. She was sitting in the back, in between me and BJ, she seemed to be screaming. Billie didn't see her, but I know he heard her 'cause he looked at me once and asked me why I was screaming. I said I wasn't but he didn't believe me, he kept giving me funny looks.
Billie Joe's P. O. V
I won't believe she's come back. Ghosts don't exist. Trè kept screaming in the car, I think he's mastered ventriloquism or something, every time I looked at him, his mouth wasn't moving but the screaming continued.
No shut up brain.
I gotta focus on this concert, I can't get distracted.
What the fuck?!
There's just this bass guitar playing somewhere, when I look at Mike, his bass is on the other side of the room, he's drinking coffee, but the bass continues.
The person who's playing is quite good actually, NO! SHUT UP BRAIN!
Normal P. O. V
Suddenly, Mike screamed as he went to get more coffee. He came storming back in. "Ok," He fumed, "Which one of you did it?"
"Did what Mikey?" Asked Trè.
"The coffee! It's all gone!" Yelled Mike. "We had another jar-and-three-quarters left, and all of it's gone!"
"Calm down, Mike." Said Billie Joe, putting his guitar down. "It can't have been any of us, you've been watching us the whole time."
A random guy stuck his head round the door and said; "Five minutes guys."
"Thanks, Rick." Replied Billie Joe.
Mike's P. O. V
Shit.
I don't drink that much coffee... I hope. What is going on here? Ever since Trè came here after taking directions from a girl, everything's been fucked up. Him and Billie are losing it, my coffee keeps going missing, it's like we're being haunted or something.
