We've Always Loved The Color RED

What is it now?!

Ghost pulled himself up onto the couch. He had no idea why he felt tired since his had literally just woke up. Suddenly, his shoulder hurt. Burned, more like. It was the same shoulder that the Gregory had touched. He moved his hoodie and his shirt over to see a dull red handprint on his shoulder. Toast noticed.

"What is that from?" Toast asked. Ghost shrugged, moving his clothes back over his shoulder. 

"I'm not sure, but I remember in my dream that the Gregory kid put his hand on my shoulder." Ghost told him. Toast could see the confusion on Ghost's face. Suddenly, Jimmy spoke up. 

"You know what? I'm really in the mood for murder right now!" Jimmy exclaimed. Toast's eyes went wide while Ghost covered his mouth.  

"Don't do that!" Ghost mumbled to Jimmy. 

Why not? Jimmy giggled.

"Because it's creepy!" Ghost told him. He looked over to see Toast looking at him like he was a lunatic. Well, he was, but it was still rude. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ghost growled.

"What do you mean?" Toast asked, immediately becoming concerned. Ghost scowled at him. Toast felt his heart stop. That's the same way he looked at me in my nightmare... Toast thought. Ghost could see the fear in Toast's eyes. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Johnny..." Ghost apologized. Toast let out a sigh of relief. 

"It's ok Sir." Toast reassured him. Ghost poked Toast's forehead, then quickly retracting his hand. 

"What was that for?" Toast questioned, looking at Ghost. Ghost shrugged. The two heard the phone ring. Toast stood up and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" 

"Hello Toaster man!" The voice answered. It was Aimee. 

"Why are you calling our phone?" Toast asked. 

"Um... I'm not aloud to tell you. Anyways, I'm going to leave now!" Aimee told him. She did just that. Toast put the phone down.

"Who was it?" Ghost questioned from the couch. 

"It was Aimee. She said she wasn't aloud to tell me why she called." Toast told him. Ghost had a bad feeling. 

"Oh... well we should be careful today." Ghost stated. Toast agreed. Toast could feel the uncertainty radiating off of Ghost like heat off a heater. Suddenly there was a noise from down in the basement. Ghost was about to get up, but Toast stopped him.

"I'll go look, Sir. I think it would be safer for both of us." Toast stated. Ghost nodded, laying back down.   Toast opened the door, immediately getting hit by a waft of cold air. He shivered at the sudden change in the temperature. He walked slowly down the stairs, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible.  Toast stopped at the base of the stairs, remembering what had happened in his nightmare. He peered into the darkness. Toast felt the wall, then quickly turning on the lights. He walked into the middle of the room, noticing a few red stains on the floor. Those weren't there before... Toast thought. Toast walked over to the far right side of the room. He noticed a couple burn marks where Jimmy had been standing. Other than that, the room was empty. 

"What did I hear then...?" Toast questioned out loud. It was so quiet he could hear his own heart pounding. He heard something appear behind him. He turned to see a large shadowy figure. Toast felt a headache coming on. He tried to walk back to the stairs, but it was to much. Toast collapsed in pain.  The figure pointed to the lightbulb, causing it to go out with a loud pop. Toast could hear Ghost's footsteps. 

"Are you ok Toast?" Ghost called down the stairs. Toast was in so much pain that it took him an extra long time to answer. 

"Y-Yes Sir, I'll b-be up in a minute!" Toast told him as he tried to sit up. 

"Ok." Ghost mumbled. He heard Ghost walk back to the couch. Toast's headache got worse as he stood up. He turned towards the figure, knowing it was the thing causing his headache. 

"W-why are you doing this?" Toast asked, holding his head. He grunted as the figure grabbed him by the neck. 

"Oh my, i'm gonna have some fun with you~" The figure giggled. It dropped Toast, then disappearing. Toast could still hear the figures voice ringing in his head. He shook his head. Everything was different. The outer rims of his vision was laced with a purple hue. Toast felt violent. He had the urge to hurt, or even kill something/someone. What's wrong with me? Toast thought as he walked back up the stairs. He decided to try and ignore it, or act as normal as possible. He saw Ghost sitting on the couch. Toast walked past him, tightening his fists. Ghost noticed Toast was acting the slightest bit different. 

"Are you ok, you're acting different..." Ghost told him. Toast turned towards him and shrugged. Something wasn't right, Ghost could feel it. Toast usually said something in response, he never just shrugged it off. 

"Anyways, I got a phone call while you were down there. It was some lady who wanted us to come to this address." Ghost told him, handing him a piece of paper. Toast nodded. He didn't want to talk, he was afraid that his voice would sound different. 

"I told her we would be there at 6:00 tonight, is that alright?" Ghost questioned. Toast nodded once again. Ghost looked at the clock. It was already 5:30. Ghost lead Toast out to the car. As they began to drive, Ghost noticed a faint purple mixed in with Toast normal eye color. What happened to him down in that basement? Ghost thought, examining the nervous look on Toast's face. But yet, he didn't say anything. If anything, Ghost was sure to now keep a very close eye on his friend, at least for the time being.