Page 8 of Their Darkest Desire

“This house is haunted,” she breathes out.

A loud laugh leaves my throat, surprising even me.

“Haunted huh? Did you watch too much TV, princess?”

She glares at me.If looks could kill.“I’m not joking! Something was down there breathing down my neck, an–and she looked dead!”

The last part is high-pitched and she slides down on the floor rubbing her knee. “I want out, I have to get out, the door won’t open!” She keeps repeating the same words over and over again like a broken record. She has always been an odd one but never like this. Maybe I should just go and take a look.

I go to open my door, but she grabs my arm and looks frantically at me “No, please don’t go!”

Her big pleading eyes almost make me want to stay, want to hold her. But why? I don’t care about her, so why would I do so now? “What are you willing to do to make me stay?”

I lift my eyebrow while grinning down at her. Her eyes widen at my words and her throat bobs a little.What an interesting reaction.

“You know what? I don’t care! Why don’t you go take a look and if it kills you, I'll be holding a seance so I can say I told you so.”

“Dramatic as always,” I mumble under my breath as I open the door to go take a look.

I walk out of the room hearing her mutter.“I heard that.”

Evelyn

Selfish prick!Who does he think he is? I hope that ghost gets him, at least then I won’t have to deal with him anymore.

The empty room is starting to make me feel uncomfortable, but that might be because I’m alone in here now and this room looks worn out. Empty. I mean the whole house does, but there are so many scratches along the walls, more than in the other places and there is one long one leading to his built-in closet door. It almost looks like fingernails but that can’t be it. I put my nails against the scratches to see if they would fit. A shudder goes through me when they do, and now I’m freaking out even more. I walk away from the door and head to the bed to grab my phone. I’m not that dumb to go open something creepy without at least some proof in case I get brutally murdered. I turn back to where the scratches are, but to my astonishment, it's all gone. What. The. Fuck. I didn’t imagine this! There were scratches, I’m not crazy, right? Right? Maybe I was just tired? And now I’m losing my mind. I need sleep. Yes, that's it. Lots and lots of sleep.

I groan and fall down on the bed. No way I’m going crazy here. Maybe it’s Felix that’s affecting my brain? He knows how to get in my head like he somehow has full control over me and I have nothing. As if he took it from me and is now playing me like a fiddle.

It's been a while since he left,I think. I check my phone to look at the time and see that it’s already been twenty-five minutes. Why is Felix still not back? What's taking him so long?

“Felix?” I wait another twenty seconds before I gather all the courage I have left and open his door.

“F–Feelix?” I take a small step out of his room and slowly step towards the stairs, looking out everywhere. No way someone is going to jump on me and murder me.

“Felix! Are you still alive?” I reach the stairs, debating if I should go down there or just spend the rest of my life living up here.

“Worried about m–”

“AAAAH! You jerk!”

I slap him on the chest and put my hand over my heart to make sure it’s still beating. He looks like he’s holding back a laugh and grins at me.

“Don’t worry princess, your imaginary ghost hasn’t gotten to me… yet.”

He wiggles his brows as he says that last part, and I’m not sure if I want to punch him or kiss him. Probably the punching! I scoff and look down the stairs again, making sure it’s not there anymore. A strong arm grabs mine and forces me to turn around. His face is so close to mine now and another type of fear strikes me.

“Love, no one's going to hurt you but me. You got that?”

For some reason his admission gives me a safer feeling.Maybe I am going crazy?

He shakes me, looking me in the eye as his face moves closer. The tip of his nose touches mine. “You got it?”

“Y–Yeah, I–I got it.” I swallow some saliva down, hoping I didn’t start drooling.Now that would be embarrassing!He seems content with my answer and releases my arm. A feeling of sadness comes with the loss of contact.What is he doing to me?

I watch him walk back into his room and wait until he closes his door before I take a deep breath. Maybe it’s time to go to bed and rest, and tomorrow I’ll be as good as new.

I walk towards my room and plop down on my bed. It doesn’t take long before sleep catches me.

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