A Little Ghost Help

~19~

Hey y'all! It's been a while but thank goodness not as long as last time. I'll try to make a new schedule so I'll be able to get back on track, but you know how it is. School work is a demon. Anyway, here is the fabulous new chapter!

Warning: Mentions of past tortures, manly screaming, less manly screaming, personal space being ignored, important things being broken, offended Roman, etc.

Enjoy!

Roman
“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” I flew back, plastic lightsaber in front of me. Yes I brought a plastic lightsaber to a haunted house that wants to rip me to pieces. Don’t. Judge. I heard footsteps running in the hall behind me before the door flew open again.

“Roman!”

“What happened?!” Came a chorus of both Logan and Virgil’s voices. They looked over my shoulder and paused.

“... You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Virgil scoffed. He walked over to the monstrosity and picked it up.

“Don’t touch it!!!” I exclaimed in the strongest voice I could muster.

“Roman. It’s a jumping spider. It’s not gonna hurt you.”

“Going to,” Logan corrected, which received a half hearted eye roll from the emo.

“It’s still a spider!”

“... Roman.. Did you bring a plastic lightsaber..?” I flushed and turned to Logan, regaining the last of my dignity.

“Of course I did, who knows what ghostly monsters we will find here!” He sighed, “Oh come on! Just because I don’t think Patton is being haunted, doesn’t mean I don’t think this place is haunted!” I put a hand to my heart to demonstrate how serious I was. I don’t understand why they decided to judge me like this! “You guys are honestly being so homophobic right now.”

“None of the things we stated related to the lgbt community and we’re both gay,” Logan stated in his annoying nerd way.

“Well obviously,” I scoffed, “You guys judging me is homophobic.” Virgil let out a long sigh.

“I will never get you,” Virgil grumbled. Wow. Rude. 

I was a second away from snapping back before Logan so rudely spoke before me, “Why don’t we keep searching? We may find something of interest.”

“I think I found something,” Virgil took on, stepping forward, “Before you screamed, I found a locked door that looks like it wasn’t touched or messed with besides some caution tape on the front.” Logan tilted his head as if he found that interesting. Why would that be interesting? It probably means the room is boring. 

Logan nodded, “Let’s go,” Ugh, I swear. I’m only going with them because they need protection and they aren’t the ones with the weapon. Okay and before you point it out, I know a plastic lightsaber wouldn’t really affect a ghost, but shhhhh it’s better than nothing. I crept behind Logan with Virgil at the lead. The stairs felt rickety and I swear, we were going to fall through and meet some demon king. A small breeze came from behind me and I turned quickly, eyes clenched shut as I swung my weapon. “... Roman.. There’s nothing there.” I opened my eyes.

“Uh, obviously,” I chuckled nervously and brushed off my uneasy feeling, “I just wanted to make sure you were ready for anything, Mac.”

“... My name is Logan.”

“No like.. Mac book.. Smart computers.. You know,” Logan raised his eyebrows at me. “Oh shush,” I closed my lightsaber again which made the classic Shhhwwp sound. These nerds have no class.