We've Always Loved The Color RED

Case... Closed?

Toast followed Ghost closely, ready to catch him at any moment. Ghost was obviously very unstable, and was having a very hard time walking. Ghost walked into a small room. He stopped, then turning around.

"You go first." Ghost ordered. Toast shrugged, walking into the room. Toast looked around before turning back towards Ghost.

"There's nothing in there." Toast told him. Ghost seemed relieved. He nodded. The two turned and walked to into a new room. Toast was looking around when suddenly he heard Ghost gasp. He quickly looked over Ghost's shoulder to see what seemed to be a very bloody corpse. Toast grabbed Ghost by the arm, then covering his eyes. Toast held Ghost tight. Toast could feel Ghost's heart racing. Ghost was trying to talk, but all that came out was frantic babble.

"Shhh Sir, it's ok." Toast whispered, leading him away from the room. Ghost's fists tightened.

"I-Is it ok to look now?" Ghost questioned nervously.

"Not yet, stay here and keep your eyes closed." Toast commanded, walking briskly back over to the room. He closed the door. Toast jogged back.

"Ok, you can open your eyes now." Toast told him. Ghost hesitantly opened his eyes. Toast shuttered a bit when he saw that one of Ghost's eyes were now red.

"I think I've seen enough." Ghost sighed. Toast nodded in agreement. The two walked slowly back down the stairs. The man was sitting in the kitchen.

"So?" The man questioned, standing up.

"Do you know anything of the woman upstairs?" Toast asked. The man seemed confused.

"Woman? I live alone..." The man mumbled, his face filling with worry. The man stood there when suddenly he gasped. He looked at Ghost in horror.

"Why is your eye red?" The man asked nervously. Ghost seemed surprised.

"What do you mean?" Ghost questioned. He covered his mouth, realizing that he now sounded exactly like Jimmy. The man began to back up in fear. 

"Are you... no... you can't be..." The man mumbled, looking Ghost up and down. Both Ghost and Toast knew who the man thought Ghost was. Ghost looked away as a smile crawled onto his face. Ghost turned all the way around and slapped himself, hard.  He inhaled sharply in pain. At least it worked, because he did stopped smiling. Ghost turned back around to see the mans face went from pure horror to great concern. 

"Why did you slap yourself?" The man questioned. Ghost cleared his throat in hopes of getting his real voice back.

"I thought something landed on my face." Ghost lied, scratching the back of his head nervously. Toast could hear the uncertainty in his voice. The two locked eyes, exchanging an uneasy glance. 

"You're lying. I can tell by your voice." The man growled, his eyes suddenly turning bright orange. Ghost backed up a bit.  

"Sir look!" Toast whispered, pointing behind the man. The two saw a large figure who seemed to be holding strings. The strings were attached to the mans wrists. Ghost grabbed Toast's wrist, then slowly leading him over near the front door. Ghost quietly turned the door knob and opened the door. Ghost pulled Toast out the door, then closing it. Ghost quickly jogged over to the van. Toast did the same, then getting in. He quickly started the car. He backed up, then slamming on the gas. Once they got around two blocks down the road he be can to relax a bit. Toast looked over at Ghost. Ghost was slumped down. His eyes were swimming with anxiety. 

"Sir, are you alright?" Toast questioned as he looked back at the road. He heard Ghost jump. 

"Y-yeah..." Ghost mumbled. He sounded like Jimmy again. 

"Your voice, Sir." Toast sighed. Ghost cleared his throat. 

"Better?" Ghost asked. Toast nodded, giving him a thumbs up. Toast looked in the review mirror, relieved to see that nothing was there. He was surprised that the man had let them go without a fight. But something still didn't feel right. Like they were being watched, followed even. 

(10 minutes later)               

The two got inside. Toast noticed that Ghost seemed to still be incredibly unstable. Ghost was to lazy to walk to the couch, so he just sat down on the floor. Toast almost tripped over him. 

"S-Sir! You shouldn't sit in the walkway like that, you could get hurt!" Toast exclaimed, holding out his hand. Ghost took Toast's hand and pulled himself up. 

"At least sit on the couch." Toast sighed, leading him over. Ghost flopped down onto the couch. Every once in a while he would whimper in pain. Probably because of Jimmy. Toast sat down in the kitchen. What will happen next?