Tales To Make You Jump In The Dark

Andy stood in the dark, the only thing lighting the room was the spirit standing in front of him and that was little comfort to him. What should he do? Should he try and run? But he would have nowhere to go-he had heard the basement door slam shut and the lock bolt into place. The girl before him looked at him, her head slightly cocked to one side and as she looked at him a slight bit of recognition lit up her face. She smiled at him, excitement in her dead eyes and Andy felt his heart beat quicken. The girl transformed, her hair calmly lying on her shoulders as her dress morphed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt-the girl from earlier! Andy wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say and he was also scared shitless that he was only going to make this situation worse.


"U-uh...hi." He said lamely and the girl only giggled-the same giggle that had sounded out in the night last night in his room. This had been the girl who had been harassing him since he had walked through the door and Andy felt a slight bit of aggravation towards her.

"You're Andy Biersack..." Her voice was light sounding and echoed all throughout the basement. Andy felt a shiver go down his spine and he only nodded his head. The girl seemed to be floating towards him slowly, her toes barely brushing the dirt covered floor as she moved closer and closer.

"I-I am..." He said, his tone unsure and it made the girl laugh even more. This was strange-this was weird and Andy wasn't really sure what he should do in this moment.

"I'm such a huge fan! Well...I was." She ended her sentence sadly and Andy could now see the slash marks across each one of her wrists. A fan? Andy had seen a lot of things in his days, but never a fan come back from the dead to haunt him.

"Well if you're such a huge fan...why have you been harassing us?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. Andy noticed that the girl had grown quiet and she actually looked sort of sad at his accusations.

"I-I'm sorry. It was me last night in your room and I was the one watching you guys yesterday, but it's not just me in the house...there are other's." She looked frightened and before Andy could speak there was a huge gust of wind and something seemed to be moving around them in the darkness.

"What do you mean...other's?" He asked and the girl shuddered as the movement grew closer and closer. Andy could feel the hair standing up on the back of his neck and he knew that nothing good was coming their way.

"Other spirits are trapped in this house...a young woman, a small boy and a demon..." The last word caught Andy's attention, as did the howling noise that was filling the room.


The air swirled around he and the girl but before she could speak Andy noticed a ghostly hand reach out for her from the darkness and then she was gone. He was alone once again, but this time he had some information.



CC felt his entire body shaking as the girl in front of him kissed his lips forcefully, sending shivers down his arms and spine. He wanted to push her away, he wanted to scream, but there was something forcing CC in to this situation and he knew he didn't have a choice. Her hands were on his face, her fingernails digging in to his skin and he shivered-it felt like his face was stuck in a freezer. He tried to think over every way possible to get away from this ghost girl, but CC knew there was nothing. In his thoughts, CC stopped kissing her back and suddenly the girl pulled away from him and her cold dead eyes locked with his. He gulped-fuck, he had probably alerted her to the fact that he wasn't interested.


"You've stopped kissing me...why?" She asked and CC's eyes grew wide as she pulled away from him and he made eye contact. Her pale blue eyes were almost white and they held an anger in them that CC was afraid he was going to unleash.

"I'm-uh..." He stammered and stuttered and the girl's lip began to jut out. He had obviously upset her in the worst way and CC knew that there was no going back. She flew up off of the bed, floating in mid air before him and CC felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"You're just like the others! Betrayer!" She screamed at him, a high pitched wail that made the glass in the mirror over the dresser shatter in to a hundred pieces. Her hair was floating out around her, her eyes a light red color as she glared down at him.

"Uh...sorry?" He said, unable to come up with anything else that would help the situation. The girl began to float around the room and CC moved so that he was against the wall and he watched in horror as everything in the room began to float and swirl around his head as well.

"Sorry?! A hundred and fifty years I have been stuck in this wretched house...alone with a small boy and a demon and all you can say is sorry?!" She yelled at him and CC only bit down on his tongue to keep from saying anything else that was stupid or might cause her anger.

"For over a century I have been searching for someone and I thought I had finally found him! You're just like the last man who came in to this house. He bought my family's home, moved all of my lovely things around, broke down walls and then when I tried to approach him-he tried to have me exercised! Do you know how that feels?!" She looked so sad, but CC could still see the anger in her pale eyes. He only shook his head stupidly and watched as the ghost before him got a very wicked smile on her face and then looked towards the window.

"Yes, well, I suppose you wouldn't know what it's like to have everything taken from you...but I think we can change that..." CC felt his body begin to move. His feet were moving him forward as he stood up and while he opened his mouth to scream out for help-nothing came.


Closer and closer he moved towards the window in the corner of his room, the pane slamming open and the room was filled with a cool breeze that fluttered the curtains. He placed his hands on either side of the sill, trying to hold himself in, but the ghost kept pushing and pushing. He was going to fall...he was going to die.



Ashley sobbed as he sat with his back against the bathroom sink, his tattooed hands against his ruined face. He couldn't bear to look at himself any longer in the mirror and so he had fallen to the floor and started to cry. He didn't want to think of himself as vain, but there was always that sense of pride in the way a person looked-Ashley had loved the way he looked. Now he was ruined-his face was melting literally off of the bone and Ashley felt like laying down on the cold tile floor of the bathroom and letting himself die. How could he go on? How was he still alive? Ashley looked down at his hands, seeing his own blood glistening on his finger tips and he felt his stomach give a heave.

All of the alcohol that had lined his stomach came spilling out and as Ashley went to wipe his lips on his arm, he noticed that there was a trail of blood left behind. What. The. Fuck? Quickly Ashley looked down in to the toilet and he felt his insides grow cold-there was blood lining the porcelain bowl and he suddenly knew that he was slowly dying, piece by piece. His stomach lurched again and with his fingers griping the sides of the bowl before him, Ashley let go and watched as his stomach literally fell out of his mouth and landed in the toilet before him. Bloody water splashed in his face and he cried out, wondering why no one had come to help him.


"Someone! Anyone...please help me..." He cried as he laid down on the floor, the cold tile feeling good against his hot and sticky skin. Ashley didn't realize it, but something was watching him-something was keeping an eye on him and it was doing so from the very upper corner of the bathroom.

"Guys?!" Ashley called out in to the silence and he shivered as he felt his insides churn once more and he readied himself to puke. There was a chill in the air and suddenly Ashley no longer felt like he was alone. Turning around, his brown eyes grew wide as he noticed the black cloud hanging over him.

"Poor Ashley...so vain and so worried about how he's going to look for the ladies..." The cloud said and suddenly it began to swirl and swirl around the room, coming together to finally form a figure and Ashley felt himself begin to shake even more. The smoke had taken on the form of himself, except this form had a completely skeletal face, but Ashley could tell by the eyes, hair and tattoos that dotted it's skin.

He was looking at his worst nightmare...himself.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, holding in his sickness to try and keep as many of his organs in his body as possible. The toilet looked like a pig had been slaughtered inside of it and Ashley knew that there was no way he was going to survive this.

"Why? Why not? I need another soul to stick around in this house and yours was the least pure. Chasing girls like a dog with a toy...only to leave them wanting and wishing for more. Tsk, tsk Ashley. Now you're stuck here...doomed to relive your sins for all eternity and at the very end of it...your soul will be mine!" The skull before him laughed, tossing it's ugly head back and Ashley only shut his eyes as he tried to remain calm.

Where the hell were his so called friends?



"What are we going to do man?" Jinxx asked from beside him and Jake only looked at his best friend and shrugged. They were both hiding under the kitchen table, the flying objects still moving around their heads in a swirling vortex, but at least the table gave them some shelter.

"I don't know! I can't believe the guys haven't come running in here with all of the racket this kid is making!" Jake shouted over the clanging and banging that the pots were doing against the top of the table. Things were laying all over the ground and Jake looked around, trying to see if there was anything he could use to stop this thing.

"I have a feeling there's more than one spirit in this house! Andy said something this morning about seeing a teenage girl running around!" Jinxx shouted, but Jake wasn't paying attention to him. His brown eyes were locked on something that was laying on the floor and he thought back to a late night of little sleep and channel surfing with Ella.

"Jinxx! I think I may have a plan!" Jake called out as he quickly for the object laying to his left and then smirked. Jinxx looked down at his friend's hands and cocked an eyebrow-salt? What the fuck were they going to do with salt?

"Are you going to make the ghost some Margaritas?!" Jinxx called out and Jake only rolled his eyes, crossed his fingers and opened the container. He had seen two brothers on television use salt to ward off spirits and he was hoping that it actually worked and wasn't just some clever work on the writer's part.

"Quit being a smartass and just follow me!" Jake shouted as he made a run for it. Jinxx gasped as he watched his best friend get hit and smacked from all sides, but he finally made it out of the kitchen and Jinxx knew he had no choice.


Quickly and without thinking much about it, Jinxx ducked out from underneath the table, his eyes catching those of the little boy standing in the middle of the room and causing all of this. He finally stepped over the threshold of the kitchen and hallway and stood by as he watched Jake spread a thin line of salt on the floor. The ghost was standing in front of them, snarling and growling as he tried to cross the line but was unable. It had actually fucking worked! The two guitarists high fived one another and then jumped as they heard a loud banging coming from their right. The stairs were there and as Jinxx looked, he could see the door to the basement shaking and they could faintly hear someone yelling from the other side of it.

Jake looked at Jinxx before turning the knob, his salt at the ready in case it was another troublesome ghost. As the knob turned and the door flew open, both Jake and Jinxx backed up at Andy came flying out at them, followed by a girl spirit who looked at the salt in Jake's hand with weary eyes. Andy laid on the floor, face up as he tried to breathe in and out and as he looked up and locked eyes with a small boy standing in the kitchen Andy knew that they were in big trouble.

But at least he wasn't in the basement any more...

Notes

Be sure to sleep with a container of salt beside your bed tonight...just incase something begins to go bump in the darkness...