Chapter 93: Hit Like A Girl
I heard the sound of the front door closing before the soft scraping of footsteps made their way to my bedroom.
I was sure that for most people, it would be impossible to hear Ghost walking, but for me, it was so loud it might as well have been elephants walking around.
When the sound of footsteps was an indication of a beating, after a while, your entire body became in tune with them. Even now, I can’t stop my heart beating in time with each muffled sound. I wasn’t nearly as scared right now as I was before, but my body was still conditioned.
The sound of my door opening was almost as silent.
"They are gone," I grumbled, sitting down on the foot of the bed, my arms crossed in front of me. "You can drop the act. Even if you aren’t tired, I am."
Ghost entered my room, causing it to become almost frigid. There was something inside of him, something unclean, that was using his body. Every instinct that I possessed screamed for me to kill him, and it...
But why bother?
Ghost was nothing more than a dull tool used by a dumb idiot. He thought he was the one in control, but that wasn’t the case.
"If you know what is going to happen, why let them go?" demanded Ghost, coming to stand right in front of me. The inky thing of whatever was inside of him seemed to stretch out of his pours, trying to touch me.