Heather slowly came to, realizing that she she was slumped at her door. Steadily bringing herself up, she surveyed the room, noticing it was now pitch black.
"I must've been out for awhile" she thought, standing up and peering at the dark hallway and stairs. Confused, she slowly walked through the hallway and down the stairs, thirsty for a glass of water.
"But... why was I out? I remember feeling faint, and Clare was there at the door... and... and"
She stopped on a step, her eyes going wide.
"HIM"
It all flooded back to her. The holes in her memories, the spontaneous sessions in the bathroom, the chill down her spine, the feeling of being invaded, and finally, the damn creep revealing himself to her. Holding her hostage all day, threatening her with terrible punishments if she spoke a word of his presence. And now he was....
"I've gotta save Clare" she muttered, now carefully slinking towards the kitchen.
She arrived without seeing anyone, and quietly poured a glass of water and sipped it, moving into the living room. There, illuminated by the television, was Clare, sleeping like a baby on the couch, holding a plush rabbit and covered by a comforter. To her left was Rebecca, also asleep in her rocking chair. Heather silently eyed the two, wondering if Jezzer was even still around.
He has to be in her still she thought There is no mistaking that he left my body, and Clare gets tuckered out easily.
Suddenly, Clare's left arm seemed to raise of its own accord, and slithered out from the plush rabbit and under the comforter, moving all around. All the while, Clare seemed asleep, while a sly smile creeped up on her face and she chuckled to herself.
Fucking hell! He's really fucking doing that?! Heather raged internally, her fists clenching and the water nearly spilling. At the last moment, she managed to pull herself back into the kitchen, downing the water with fury.
That's fucking it! I've got to get that bastard out of her before he...he...
Heather shuddered at the thought of what he could do.
Barely able to think straight, Heather knew one thing: she needed a plan. She got the basic idea of how he moved around and what his motives were, but...
how in the hell do you catch a ghost?
She had no idea what to do, and she became more and more sober as the gears spun around in her head. Pouring another glass of water, her mind focused on the idea of either trapping the fucker (somehow), or getting him away on his own accord (an impossibility), when from behind her:
"Hey, how are you doing?"
Heather shot up and turned around, only to find Tim, staring at her with a concerned expression.
"Oh, its you" Heather retorted
"Hey now. I am actually worried about you this time. Did you drop something upstairs? I heard a thump earlier"
Heather was nearly ready to go full bitch-eggedon on her brother, but she realized: He has not been possessed
Saving Clare would be half-past-impossible, and she needed all the help you can get. Still, if she revealed that the homeless kid was behind this, he will put the pieces together and know thatshe was... in quite the embarrassing predicament. She thinks about her response before saying:
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