What Lies Beneath

Chapter Fifty-One: Entombed

Jason beat the back of his head against the wall in a rhythmic pattern. He was so bored. The last time he felt like this he made the decision to kill twenty of the patients who lived on the same floor as him. What he wouldn't give for a good psychiatric hospital. Not because he thought he should be locked up, but because of all the unsuspecting victims. There was so much death to deal out there. Not to mention all the creative ways he could use to take their lives. A nostalgic sigh pushed through his lips. It was time to move on.

With the thought the death, Jason pushed himself off the floor. Perhaps, there was someone else to kill nearby. He would never know unless he tried.

Gwyneth climbed the stairs with haste. There was no time to spare. She needed to find those kids and get them out of the house before it killed them all.

Sophie felt as if the whole world was collapsing around her. She wanted to hug her friend and laugh with him. The image of his face was so clear within her memory. How could someone so full of light be reduced to a pile of ash? She needed to find Karen, but what was the point? How was she going to get them both out without the help of Wyatt? The tears wouldn't stop flowing as she laid down beside the pile of ash.

She was so tired. Sleep begged her to close her eyes. While her heart was inclined, her mind wouldn't let her take a break from the world that surrounded her. Her breath shook with every sob as she tried to call to mind happier memories. Unfortunately for her, she didn't really have any of those to draw strength from. Her life had been one tragic event after another. Her whole existence was depleted. She couldn't keep going like this, it was better to lay down and die before things got worse.

"Get up!" The words were like a shout in the wind rousing her from an all-consuming heartbreak. Sophie pushed herself into a half sitting, half laying position as she searched for the source. Her eyes scanned the space around her only to come up empty.

"W-who's there?" The question was silly, the hall was empty which meant the only thing that could be there was one of the ghosts that frequented this house.

"You need to go save your friends." The voice sounded like it belonged to a woman, but Sophie couldn't place it. Had she heard it before or was it an anonymous voice from an unknown ghostly figure lurking somewhere in the distance?

"What friends? The only one left is Karen." Sophie was half tempted to lay back down next to the pile of remains. She was tired of dealing with the spooks that were always hiding away waiting to scare an unsuspecting target.

"Don't you care about Wyatt?" Anger flooded through her petite figure. Who the hell did this ghost think she was?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Of course, I care about him. If I didn't, then I wouldn't be grieving him."

"Why do you grieve for someone who is not dead little girl?" The voice's question came out more curious than mean.

"What do you mean not dead? If this isn't Wyatt, then who is it?" Sophie turned to look back at the pile of cinders. Could it have been Charlie, or maybe Paul?

"The boy you've cried over is a stranger to you. His name is not important as it does not pertain to anything you need to concern yourself with. You need to go save your friends now dear child, before Charlie takes his axe to them." The words were ominous. Sophie pushed the tears away from her cheeks and pried herself from the floor. Panic pulsed through her chest. She needed to save her friends but first she needed something equally as vital.

"Tell me his name."

"Why do you insist upon knowing such a trivial thing when your friends are in danger?" The voice mocked her, but she didn't care. Some things were more important.

"I may not have known him in life, but I cried over his ashes. He was a person and every person deserves to be grieved for by name." Her words were precise. She didn't have time to mess around.

"Interesting." The voice paused to mull over Sophie's statement. "His name was Greyson." Sophie gave a small smile as she turned to face what was left of Greyson.

"Rest in peace Greyson. May your afterlife be better than your life." With those whispered words of kindness, Sophie turned and started off down the hall.

NOT A TOO EVENTFUL CHAPTER, BUT HEY THEY CAN'T ALL BE I GUESS. ANY WHO, WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK? 

WANT MORE? CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: DEFEAT WILL BE OUT TOMORROW FOR YOU GUYS. 

CAN YOU BELIEVE WE ARE ALMOST AT THE END OF THIS STORY? NINE OR SO MORE CHAPTERS TO GO AND TRUST ME THEY ARE GOING TO BE VERY EVENTFUL! 

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