Because the floor was just as black and the ceiling was naturally too, there was no way to say it for sure, as we couldn’t use tiles or parquet to asure whether the walls moved, and if yes, how fast they did.
Henry jumped up and walked to the door, but the mont he grabbed the doorknob, the whole door disappeared.
"Not bad," I comnted, looking around.
At the latest, the missing door told I was not imagining things, and the walls and ceiling were indeed coming closer, but as if watching grass grow, the process was so slow that you wouldn’t notice it. I wouldn’t either if I hadn’t slept for a few hours and could compare the impression I did have from the room before napping and the feeling it currently gives off.
Henry walked to the window and ramd his elbow against the glass, but it looked like he had elbowed an extra solid wall. Neither a crack nor a reverberation was seen.
"You hurt?" I asked him when Henry lifted the gun before looking at .
"Cover your ears."
I nodded at him but covered the kid’s ears instead, and when he shot at the glass, nothing happened.
As if the speed and noise didn’t exist around the bullet, it fell on the floor as if soone really weak had thrown it in a super gay way.
"Ahhaha!" I laughed at the picture in my mind while Henry stroked his hair back, his expression unamused.
"Funny?" He asked, looking at the hands I had over the child’s ears with anger.
"Yeah. You are losing against exits." I said, putting my hands away.
"Care to try it yourself?"
"Nah, you are doing good." The first rule in ghost houses is the more you struggle, the more nerve-wracking it gets.
And I am relatively chill because we had ti until the walls and ceiling squished us to death, and for now, we hadn’t tried out every one of our options.
"Try to wake your sister up without crippling or killing her." I don’t want her to be super disabled because we would need her powers, not only now but also in the future.
"I fed her four batches of blood, but she still insists on sleeping." He growled and went to his sister before biting his wrist.
Well, she doesn’t look very asleep; she looks dead.
The girl in my arms stirred and leaned back to et my eyes.
"What’s up?" I asked her, and she looked around.
"Can you talk?" I continued, but she shook her head, pointing at the grueso scar on her throat.
"Got it. Can you write?" If they made her mute, there must be another way for her to tell them about the prophecies.
She shook her head and leaned back a bit more but was stuck to by the jacket. I opened the zipper on her back, and she sat in my lap, making hand signs.
"Is that sign language?"
The girl lightly shrugged, but Henry, who fed his sister on the side, looked over.
"No, what she does doesn’t exist."
The girl grimaced a bit.
"They taught her a special sign language only they can interpret?" I asked both of them, and Henry shrugged.
"Do you know ?" I continued the question ga.
She nodded and made so hand signs, moving her hand over her head a few tis.
"From visions? Dreams?" I asked her, and at the second word, she pointed at with a small, shy gesture as if I got it right.
"This is like charades. Haha." I chuckled, and the girl smiled splendidly.
For a nine- or ten-year-old, she seed smaller; her eyes were so similar to my old ones, but her hair was darker.
It was as if I had gained a younger sister. Not bad; I had always been the youngest.
"Do you know the Lawrence family?" I started, and she nodded solemnly.
"Did they do all this to you?" She thought for a mont and then nodded.
"Are you part of their family? I an, are you blood-related to them?"
She nodded again.
Hmmm.
"How did you do that with the dragon? You know that he scread in a children’s voice—in your voice?"
She shrugged again.
"You don’t know how you did it, but you could?"
Nodding.
"Can you control monsters?" I asked her, and she shook her head.
I looked at the other brother-sister duo on the other side of the room and saw Henry looking ready to murder soone. Either our little question ga irritated him, or the fact that his sister was still playing dead was the cause of his dissatisfaction.
Or the walls closing in.
"Do you know why you have prophetic dreams?" I asked her, and she shook her head again.
"Okay. We will find out." I patted her head, and she hugged again.
"Can she let go of you now? Isn’t she warm enough?" Henry hissed, and I gave him a pointed look.
"Are you jealous of a kid?"
"You don’t know? Do you need to hear say it?" He returned my questions from before, and I couldn’t stay angry anymore, breaking into laughter.
"Ignore him; just a dog barking around." I patted her back before looking at Henry and mouthing the word ’Soon.’
Soon we will be ho, soon we will be alone, and soon the girl will go back to Dr. Lawrence after I check again that she had nothing to do with tornting the girl, or we will throw her at the old dragon at ho.
Hey! If she can control one dragon, then maybe the other can be appeased by her too!
And didn’t my grandmother always want a great-granddaughter?
Maybe I directly give her to my grandma after sneaking blood into the kid’s drink so that she will recover from her injuries; we just won’t tell Henry about it.
Henry seed to understand my ssage and snorted unhappily.
"I can hear you~"
I flinched badly, hugging the girl to my body, upon hearing the voice suddenly reverberating through the room. A woman’s voice, not near, not far away, suddenly there from one mont to the next.
I exchanged a look with Henry, who had grabbed his gun and looked around. There was nobody here besides us four, so wherever that ca from was unclear.
But hey, ghost house.
I slowly put the girl down, shuffled her in the corner, and gave her the bloody branch before I took my gun and positioned myself in front of her.
She behaved with absolute obedience, though she seed also a bit shaken.
So we had a door that was gone, an unbreakable window, and walls coming closer—the ceiling can’t be forgotten as well, and now so ghost voice.
We waited for a long ti, but nothing changed, nothing happened, so I whispered,
"What the—"
"I can heeeaar youuu~"
That got to shut up again, and I started to get a bit paranoid. You don’t tell soone who has problems with paranoia that you are able to hear them.
You just don’t do that.
The girl behind moved the branch a bit, and it touched the wall, making a really quiet sound.
"I can heeeeear yoouuu~"
Fuck, I can hear you too, bitch! Co out!
Damn it, suddenly I didn’t feel as chill as I slowly discovered that maybe I am not that good with ghosts.
Even my breathing sounded loud to my ears.
"I can heeeaar youuuu!"
The voice sounded closer, sohow speaking with a certain urgency.
Henry and I still looked around; the hair on my neck stood up, and I wished for the Bone Dragon to co back, because now I dearly missed an enemy I could actually FUCKING SEE!
"I caan heeeeaaar youuuuu!!!"
Again, closer.
If before it sounded as if she had called from an unknown distance, as if maybe her voice was coming from behind the darkness of these black walls, she suddenly sounded as if she were screaming right beside my—
"I CAN HEAR YOU!"
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