Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

A Stranger

Lance stared up at the ceiling in his room. His mind felt like it was in a tornado, still trying to accept that not his good friend, Chris, but Brian too was dead. It had taken Howie and JC over an hour to calm Kevin. While those three were upstairs the others took Brian's body to the kitchen's meat locker. Justin hesitated outside the doors, refusing to enter. AJ again voiced his bewilderment at the mansion even having a meat locker, although it had proven useful.

After that, the somber group went back upstairs to check on Kevin whom JC said was sleeping; he then suggested that the others do likewise. Lance was lying on top of the covers unable to sleep. He had tried to clear his mind. He had tried to work on FreeLance and then switched to playing solitaire on his laptop, but the stupid thing kept crashing on him. He just kept turning it back on, finally putting it away when he was about three seconds from throwing it against the wall. He had even tried counting sheep. Nothing worked; his mind kept going over the day's events and the strange whispers he knew he had heard. He couldn't deny that he had heard them; he just wished he could find out who was making them and what they were saying. For some reason, he thought that was important.

"Can you hear me?" a timid young voice said.

Not having heard his bedroom door open, Lance's head shot up to stare at the intruder. A ten year-old boy stood staring back at him. Lance opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn't make a sound. He was too scared.

He wasn't nervous about the boy's short black hair that almost seemed dark blue. It wasn't the boy's amazingly clear blue eyes that made Lance want to scream. Nor was it the fact that the boy was dressed in clothes better suited to the early 1900s than the early 2000s.

No, what frightened Lance was that he could see the dark wooden door while looking at the kid. The kid's entire body was transparent. Hell, the kid was a ghost.


	Inner Reflection \| home back to Listen Chapter 3 A Stranger Lance stared up at the ceiling in his room. His mind felt like it was in a tornado, still trying to accept that not his good friend, Chris, but Brian too was dead. It had taken Howie and JC over an hour to calm Kevin. While those three were upstairs the others took Brian's body to the kitchen's meat locker. Justin hesitated outside the doors, refusing to enter. AJ again voiced his bewilderment at the mansion even having a meat locker, although it had proven useful. After that, the somber group went back upstairs to check on Kevin whom JC said was sleeping; he then suggested that the others do likewise. Lance was lying on top of the covers unable to sleep. He had tried to clear his mind. He had tried to work on FreeLance and then switched to playing solitaire on his laptop, but the stupid thing kept crashing on him. He just kept turning it back on, finally putting it away when he was about three seconds from throwing it against the wall. He had even tried counting sheep. Nothing worked; his mind kept going over the day's events and the strange whispers he knew he had heard. He couldn't deny that he had heard them; he just wished he could find out who was making them and what they were saying. For some reason, he thought that was important. "Can you hear me?" a timid young voice said. Not having heard his bedroom door open, Lance's head shot up to stare at the intruder. A ten year-old boy stood staring back at him. Lance opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn't make a sound. He was too scared. He wasn't nervous about the boy's short black hair that almost seemed dark blue. It wasn't the boy's amazingly clear blue eyes that made Lance want to scream. Nor was it the fact that the boy was dressed in clothes better suited to the early 1900s than the early 2000s. No, what frightened Lance was that he could see the dark wooden door while looking at the kid. The kid's entire body was transparent. Hell, the kid was a ghost.