Tales To Make You Jump In The Dark

Banging filled the house, but it wasn't of the supernatural sort-CC was banging his fists on the front door and begging silently for it to open. Andy was still standing in the hallway, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest as he took his bandmates in with a smirk. They hadn't believed him yesterday when he said something was off about this house, but it was obvious that they believed him now. Andy couldn't explain why he had felt so strongly about staying and he certainly didn't want to stay now, but at the time it was almost like he had this calming force enter his body and make him feel like all would be well. He looked around, noticing that some were missing-Ashley, Jake and Jinxx were all in the kitchen and Andy could hear the clink of a bottle-they were drinking.

He only rolled his eyes-yes, staying in a haunted house with a bunch of drunks was going to be so much better than everyone keeping a clear head so that they could figure a way out. Andy sighed as he leaned up against the banister of the stairs and kept an eye on CC, who was still banging on the door. It wasn't budging and Andy felt guilty-he had been the one who had run back inside. But it really wasn't him wanting to be inside-he felt like he had to be inside...something was pulling him back to the house. As he stood there, Andy noticed that the door to the basement was slowly creaking open and he wondered if maybe the girl ghost he had seen was still hanging around. As he walked towards the basement door, Andy thought back to how she had looked.

It was like the girl hadn't died too long ago-she had long straight brown hair that hung in her face and she was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. There was no way she had been older than 16 or so and Andy wondered if maybe she had died in this house. With his hand on the door frame and his blue eyes peering down the dark stairs to the basement, Andy took a deep breath and placed one foot past the threshold to the cellar below. His heart was pounding and he could hear his own breath going out into the silent darkness, but Andy knew he had to keep going. Maybe there was a way out down here? Basements often had outside access and so Andy just kept walking.

The only problem was that he couldn't see and so while still walking down the stairs, he began to root around in his pockets for his phone. Fuck-his phone was probably sitting somewhere in the kitchen and so with a groan Andy pulled out the only other thing that would give him light-his cigarette lighter. He flicked it a few times and nothing happened, but soon enough a tiny flame had lit his way and Andy noticed that he had made it down the basement steps. Looking around, Andy couldn't see a light switch, but he just kept on walking. There was a lot of old junk down here-furniture mostly and all of it was covered in cobwebs and dust.

Suddenly there was a small burst of wind that ruffled his hair and as Andy looked over his shoulder, he could see a pair of glowing white eyes staring right at him. Something in him cried out, but no sound escaped his mouth. The figure, with her long hair blowing out behind her, approached him quickly and Andy still held the lighter in his hands, the small flame flickering.

Now the figure was right in front of him and Andy felt his entire body chill over. The girl smirked and with her face as close to his as it could get, she smiled at him evilly and blew out the small flame that was giving him a small shred of hope. He was immersed in darkness and Andy felt his heart stop as something else happened-the basement door slammed shut and he could hear the sickening click of a lock.


CC slammed his shoulder against the front door for what was probably the hundredth time and yet again nothing happened. Dammit! He sighed as he turned around, his back to the glass fronted door and as CC stood there he just happened to look up. His breathing stopped as he caught site of a very lovely looking woman who was standing at the very top of the stairs, smiling down at him softly. Where had she come from? CC thought as he took her in and noticed that her eyes held something that looked like a secret within them. He felt his feet moving, even though he wasn't telling them to move and soon enough CC found himself climbing the stairs, one by one.

The girl in front of him was wearing a flowing white dress that moved as if it had wind flowing through its fabric-weird. Her long blonde hair was curly and looked so soft that CC couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He shivered as his fingers went through the hair before him, a chill going up his spine and he knew-this girl wasn't of the living variety. He wanted to turn around and run back down the stairs-he wanted to scream for help, but nothing would come out and it seemed he had no control over his own body. CC felt helpless in that moment as he continued to walk up the stairs and moved to enter his own bedroom.

The bed was still unmade from him sleeping in it last night and CC smirked as the girl took a seat on the very edge and beckoned for him to come to her. His heart was beating so fast-he almost couldn't breathe and as CC reluctantly took a seat beside the ghost girl, he knew nothing good was going to come of this. She only smiled at him, her light blue eyes haunting as she looked at him and pursed her flushed lips.

CC shook his head-no, please don't hurt me-but the girl only smiled as she pressed her cold lips to his and CC felt his entire body freeze. They were floating and CC knew it wasn't in a good-I'm in love-kind of way. No, they were actually floating towards the ceiling and his head bumped into the overhead light multiple times as his lips were being held captive.


"You are mine now..." The girl whispered in his ear, but CC found that he couldn't really speak. His voice just wasn't coming out and all he could manage to do was to open his brown eyes really wide and stare at the girl. She giggled and then pressed her lips to his once again.


CC didn't want this-he hadn't wanted to come up the stairs, he never intended on kissing a ghost and he sure as hell didn't want to belong to one. As the kiss deepened and CC felt a pair of ghostly hands make their way down his stomach and towards his belt buckle, he gulped and just closed his eyes. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he knew that it wasn't going to be good and yet he was completely powerless to stop any of it.


Ashley smirked as he looked over his shoulder at the two guys still sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Jack in between them. The bassist had to piss and he knew that there was a bathroom down here somewhere-he sure as fuck wasn't going upstairs by himself in this fucking house. Walking down the hallway Ashley kept an eye out for anything that could possibly jump out at him, smirking as he knew that there really wasn't anything he could do if something did come after him. How the fuck had they gotten themselves in to this mess? Jinxx-the dude was a fantastic guitarist but damn he was weird as fuck and his obsession with weird shit had gotten then in to this mess.

Slowly Ashley pushed open the bathroom door, his hands up by his chest and clenched in to fists incase anything spooky decided it was going to jump out at him. Nothing appeared and with a smirk on his lips Ashley flicked the light on and moved into the small room. It was only a half bathroom-so there was just the standard toilet and sink, but he could tell that it had been an addition to the house. Doing his business, Ashley looked around him and frowned-the room seemed to be shrinking and quickly he closed his eyes, his claustrophobia setting in. Finishing up as quickly as he could, Ashley moved to stand in front of the sink and turned the water on to cold. He wet his hands and then quickly pressed them to his face.


"Dude...chill out...it's nothing. You're fucking fine." He told himself, his voice muddled from being hidden behind his hands. Slowly Ashley moved his palms away from his face, the cool water droplets making him feel more calm, but one look in the mirror and Ashley wanted to scream.


His face, the face loved my thousands of girls, seemed to be slowly melting off and Ashley slowly reached a hand up to touch his own cheek. The skin felt like putty, warm and sticky and as he let his fingers drag over his own flesh a scream died in his throat. Pulling down, Ashley Purdy could see his skin dissolving and now his face was only the muscle and tendons that lay beneath. His eyes bugged out, no longer framed by lids or eyelashes and his lips had fallen off and landed in the sink, grinning up at him in a ghastly fashion. His teeth shone brightly in his skull and Ashley tried to shut his eyes to the madness that stared back at him, but with no eyelids he was forced to look at himself.

Soon enough the tendons began to fade and Ashley could see the white bone of his cheeks begin to peek through. His teeth began to slowly rot, going from an off white-too much coffee over the years-to a sickly yellow and now brown and black spots were beginning to appear. His face was completely rotting right off of his body and finally Ashley managed to let out a guttural scream. His mouth open and he looked at himself and then down at the sink-his flesh laid before him like a pile of melted candle wax and Ashley had no idea what to do. He moved to the door, but it was locked and he knew he would be forced to look at himself in this fashion for as long as the spirits in this house deemed reasonable.

This was Ashley Purdy's worst nightmare and it had come true and he knew as he stood over that sink and tried to come to terms with his fate that there was nothing he could do. He would die...soon.


Jake and Jinxx were still seated at the table, the bottle of Jack sitting between them and they both kept their eyes down. Ashley had left, walking off in the direction of the bathroom and it was strange to Jake that he hadn't come back yet. Andy was missing-probably off sulking somewhere and CC had grown silent and obviously tired of banging on the front door. All was quiet and Jake felt slightly unnerved-it was too quiet. As Jake looked up and towards Jinxx, his eyes grew wide as he noticed that there was a figure standing behind Jinxx and off near the ovens-a small boy dressed in a pair of overalls. His face was ghostly white, his pitch black hair cut in a straight across fashion and his eyes were rimmed in purple bruises.


"What?" Jinxx asked as he too noticed that Jake was looking at something and without saying a word his bandmate just shook his head.

"Don't move." Jake said through his lips and Jinxx felt his entire body freeze. He could feel a slight breeze on the back of his neck and it was making the hair on his arms stand up.

"What is it man?"

"G-ghost...d-don't m-move." Jake said with a tremble in his voice and Jinxx only shut his eyes. Getting this house had obviously been a mistake and while he had good intentions and thought it would be fun...it obviously turned out to be their undoing.


The ghost boy only smiled at Jake sadistically before disappearing in a cloud of vapor and then the cabinet doors began to rattle. Jake looked around, Jinxx following his lead and the two of them just sat there with wide eyes. Things began to fly out of the cabinet and Jake had to duck as a huge skillet flew across the room and almost smacked him in the side of the head. The drawers pulled themselves open and then shut loudly, making both of the guitarists jump in their seats. Jake wanted to shut his eyes and hope that all of this would stop soon, but he knew if he did that he would probably get hit in the head by a flying object.

Now things were flying all around the room and in a circular pattern and as Jake looked around he could see a set of eyes staring at them with a mischievous gleam. This was the ghost's idea of fun and of course he and Jinxx were stuck in the very middle of it. Jake finally stood up, his black hair flying in his face as the great wind swept over him and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. There had to be something he could do to stop this-there had to be a way of getting this ghost under control. Was this what the other's were going through? Did they have their own ghosts or demons that they were dealing with? Jake only smirked.

Of course-this had been the plan all along. Separate them all for the most part so that they were more vulnerable. Jake only smiled as he figured it all out, but his smile quickly vanished as he noticed that the knife block was shaking and soon enough all fifteen of the knives that had been sheathed there were floating in the air and pointed right at him.

Notes

Maybe tonight when you're brushing your teeth before bed-assuming you can sleep-you shouldn't look at yourself in the mirror...you might not like what you see or what you don't see.

Sweet dreams...