On a whim, I decided to read through a few of my favorite self-written stories, and my older story 'They Say These Tears Don't Show', inspired me to begin another horrorish fiction. This has nothing what-so-ever to do with that plot though, but it is a very cliche ghostfic.

It's another chapter story, even though I promised myself I wouldn't start another. I've just wanted to write something like this since I first joined this site, so I hope you're as excited as I am!

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Live Me, Breathe Me

prologue

Red is a lucky color.

At least, that's what I've heard.

It's also the color of the sky right before dark, and those beautiful carnations lovers buy for eachother on Valentines day. Red is the color of stoplights, and stopsigns, and the warning banners on the back of medicine bottles, telling you to take with caution.

Red is the color of blood.

It really clashes with your hair, you know? Dark crimson and neon orange weren't made for eachother. Maybe that's why you're so goddamn ugly, on both the inside and out. Maybe it's what makes you so hard to handle.

"Please!" You scream, but the sound is muffled by the rope tied between your lips. You have such pretty lips, way too plump for a boy. Virgin lips, I tell myself. You've never been kissed, have you?

"Has anyone ever.. fucked you, baby?" I murmer, and it sounds so deliciously bad.

You cry out, begging me to 'please let you go', pulling uselessly against your bindings. Baby, you're about as useless as your attempts, always trying to make something of such a useless life; It disgusts me.

"This is what you get," I whisper in your bloody ear. "this is what you get for being such a little bitch."

I kiss you, against the roughness of the gag.

"You knew I wanted you, but you just couldn't put out, could you?"

I take you as mine, the sound of your screams only making it more erotic, and when I'm done, I stare down at your once so beautiful face, smeared with blood and littered with bruises. Stupid kid, having such faith in a pervert like me.

Your eyes scream for escape, they beg for an easy way out, so I feel no regret as I run my knife across your throat.

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Chapter One

"The Incorporeal Being"

The warm summer wind felt good against his face, and even though he knew it was going to mess up the hair he'd spent oh-so-long preparing, Haru couldn't bring himself to care. He had to fight for his spot in the front seat, and dammit, he was going to enjoy it.

"Are we there yet?" He could hear Hiro whine from the backseat, and he scoffed at his younger sibling's behavior.

Kisa, who wasn't complaining -just sitting calmly next to her twin- rolled down her window. Of course, she had to do it by hand, because their dad just had to piss of their rich grandpa, making them the poorest members of the Sohma family, and even unable to buy a modern car, with automatic windows and airconditioning that didn't smell like ass for the first twenty minutes.

Poverty was only one reason why they were moving to the middle of nowhere. The others being that Kisa was constantly ridiculed in school for having a "freaky family", and that Haru's therapist mentioning that the country might be best for soothing his violent, second personality.

The town was finally coming into view, and it left a great deal to be desired.

Old fashioned buildings lined the dirt road, all the cliche little stores in the cliche little market, and the tiny little schoolyard next door to the tiny little Town Square. After only a few minutes, the town ended, and houses dotted the long stretches of farmland.

'Great,' Haru told himself. 'I get to walk five miles to get to school.'

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The house wasn't much better.

..It freaked the shit out of him.

At least it wasn't as small as their last three houses, or the apartment they wre forced to rent when money became scarce. At least they owned this home, even if it was old and gray, and the paint was beginning to chip.

"Mommy," Kisa mumbled. "This place gives me a cold feeling."

Their mother smiled worridly, patting the young girl on the back. It wasn't like the woman could disagree, shuttering as thoughts of why the house was so cheap passed through her mind, but her children didn't have to know anything about it.

"It's okay, baby."

'SLAM!'

Everyone jumped, staring in horror as the front door was flung open, ramming itself shut in an almost angry manner. Kisa's large eyes were locked onto the top right window, her mouth hanging open.

"What is it, Kisa?" Hiro asked quickly, straining his eyes to see what his sister saw.

"There's a boy." Her small finger pointed so surely at that window, her eyes so focused it was scary.

But there was no one there.

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"Thank you." Haru spoke politely, taking the bag from a chubby woman at the counter.

The market wasn't really that bad once you got used to the strong smell of hillbillies and farm animals, and the candy only cost fifty cents. He made his way slowly from the little store, fishing out a packet of gummy worms and handing them to Kisa.

"You know," He began. "I think you just claimed there was some boy in that room because you new it was the smallest, and you didn't want it."

He laughed at his own joke, realizing how lame it was to do so, but trying desperately to cheer the little girl up. She smiled, but kept her eyes locked on the plastic in her pale hands. Paleness ran in the family, and every Sohma burned. badly.

"He made me sad." She spoke up, tears welling up in her eyes. "Seeing him made me want to cry."

The older boy arched an eyebrow, pulse quickening at the thought of such creepy things. It was one thing hearing it from his parents, they were paranormal invstigators afterall, but with Kisa's quiet voice, it sounded like something from a horror movie.

"You know mom and dad are gonna go crazy trying to find that ghost now, right?"

She nodded, glancing up at her older brother with teary eyes.

"I don't want them to find him, Haru." She pleaded. "They'll scare him away."

He snaked an arm around her thin body, pulling her close in a one-armed hug. At least the ghost was nice, he thought to himself, even if he didn't believe one word of it, realizing that maybe his family should be in therapy instead of himself.

"Hey!"

Both pairs of eyes shot up at the voice, Haru having to hold back laughter at the boy's thick country accent. He was short, probably somewhere between he and Kisa's age, shaggy blonde hair falling into bright blue eyes. He was tanned, and every inch of his body -that Haru could see- was covered in freckles.

"Um, hello." The black and white haired boy greeted.

The kid must have never heard of manners, because instead of pausing to say hello, he jumped right into questions. His accent, as thick as it was, made it very hard to understand him.

"Ain' you the folks who jus' moved inta the big gra' house righ' ow-side town?"

Haru blinked, forcing himself to register what he'd just heard.

"..yeah?" He answered unsurely.

The boy gasped, showing off a mouthful of missing teeth. Not from lack of a tooth brush, mind you, the kid was just at that magical age when children lose all of their teeth. It surely fit the entire hick theme of the town, however.

"Yall know it haw-ted, right?"

Haru rolled his eyes. Of course is was. He felt like he was in a living horror movie, that he was actually supposed to believe there was a ghost in the room his parents forced him to stay in. (he hadn't been in that room yet, but he was sure there was nothing in there)

"Really?" He heard Kisa ask, and the kid's focus was switched to her.

"Yeah!" The hick exclaimed. "A few years back, a fam'ly done moved into that house." He paused to glance around nervously, scooting closer to the pair. "Well, it was jus' a boy an' his ma, unil his ma got herself a boyfriend. Mr. Peter Nostrum, was his name, an' everyone in town knew him to be a scoundrel as soon as we saw 'im."

Kisa's hands tightened around the bag of gummyworms, making a small squeaking sound as the plastic rubbed against itself.

"Turns out the ol' man 'ad a lust fer young boys, cause he done snatched her son up soon as she lef' the house." The story was sad, Haru knew, but the kid couldn't expect him to be scared.

"He took that poor kid to the basement, tie' him up, n' tortured him 'till his mom came home 'n discovered the body. God knows how they got way with it, but she hated 'er son jus as much as he did, called 'im a bastard child 'n barely let him leave the house. But they got their's."

There was a long silence, until Kisa finally mustered up the courage to ask, "What happened to them?"

"They moved from town after the house started actin' funny, was 'bout then that the body was discovered." He wiped the sweat from his tanned forehead. "Course, they never did make it outa 'ere." His eyes searched the empty streets with genuine fear. "Pa says their car was found 'bout a mile from 'ere. Burnt to a chrisp, both dead. But hell, they say no car crash could do somethin' like that to a person."

Haru's blood ran cold, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

'no car crash could do something like that to a person.'

to be continued

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Did it freak you out?

I hope so. I stayed awake until four in the morning writing it, and chapter two.

I can really see this going somewhere, but I'm not making any promises about finishing it. (I learned my lesson with 'To Kiss A Kitten')

Please, share your thoughts on chapter one with me!