imfeelinlikeaghost

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife.

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

{ Lewis followed behind her still, a small orb. He knew what she was looking for, but he was unsure if he should show her. He took everything away to protect her heart and her mind from what she had seen that night in the cave. He couldn't give her those memories back, despite how much he wanted her to remember him.

He felt awful for taking the memories away from her without consent, but what would it do to Vivi's spirit if he hadn't? Vivi loved the adventures, the mysteries, the legends. Would it take her love for all those things away if she could recount the events? That love was more important than Lewis.

Maybe it would change like the situation. Maybe they could start again, like he thought about when he saw her for the first time since his death. His fingers brushed over the cracked heart on his suit, and he shot in front of her, illuminating the large "haunted house" in the next clearing, making the lights bright enough for her to see it. He sat at the front door, waiting. }

[ Arthur had warned her to not go into woods again. The incident with the haunted mansion still the forefront of his worries. She held her flashlight firmly as she trudged through the path. 

Vivi was unsure about her feelings towards the strange ghosts that had chased them. Especially the one in the suit.  But she did know there was something about him that drew her attention. An odd sense of deja vu or a feeling like she’d knew something about him and just didn’t remember it clearly at all. 

Maybe if she could find it again, she could clear the fog in her mind. Whatever it was she’d forgotten, it felt important. Important enough to go against Arthur’s fearful warnings. Vivi knew he meant well, but she just couldn’t help herself. 

She just hoped she wasn’t getting herself lost here. ]

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

" Oh my god. ＳＨＵＴ．ＵＰ．ＷＩＴＨ．ＹＯＵＲ．ＥＸＣＵＳＥＳ！"

He snapped, hair shooting up into a direct flame. He reached to snatch Arthur up by the shirt front, lifting him up into the air. He wanted so badly to just reach out and crush him. That malleable frame and squishy flesh. Lewis didn't have his humanity anymore; he didn't need to worry about the implications of killing Arthur. After all, Arthur didn't give the same courtesy to him.

" Do you want to know what you did to me?! DO YOU?! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL ＥＶＥＲＹ ＢＩＴ ＯＦ ＴＨＡＴ ＰＡＩＮ. "

The hallway ended abruptly, and Arthur could feel the blood drain from his face as bony fingertips brushed the back of his collar. He turned around, shrinking into the corner with his knees shaking as he tried his best to shrink down to minimal size. “I d-d-didn’t k-kill you,” He replied, searching for a way out. 

"At l-least, I m-mean, it w-w-wasn’t me." There was something in the cave, he remembered. There had to be, because Arthur would never…never do that. 

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The ghost kept his trail, speeding up when the smaller man took the tumble. He nearly knocked the door off the hinges with his haste as he followed him into the next hallway. They were still out on his playing field, of course, so he willed the hallway to begin to narrow to nothing. He reached forward, preparing to snatch up Arthur by the back of his vest once he got close enough. 

Leiws growled out. "This isn't one of the games we played, Arthur. This isn't the part where I turn out to be a fake threat that's just some ass in a Halloween costume trying to scare you for a quick buck.

I'm here, and I'm dead. I'm ＤＥＡＤ.       and ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥ Ａ ＦＵＣＫＩＮＧ ＭＵＲＤＥＲＥＲ  ！"

The physical force of the shout was enough to make Arthur stumble, but somehow he keeps running. Maybe he could slow the ghost down through another door? He tried a few doorknobs, finally finding one that wasn’t locked—that led to a hallway. He swung through, still running from purple flames and the spirit behind him. 

"It w-w-was a guh—" His stutter was getting worse, half because he was out of breath and half because he was terrified out of his mind. ”Guh-guh—it w-w-wasn’t me!”

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral At every occasion, once more, it’s called the funeral…

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

Really too late to call, so we wait for morning.

To wake you is all we got.

To know me as hardly golden, is to know me all wrong, they warn.

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

I’m giving up again, And this time

This time I might just disap p e  a    r

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

Send my muse a yes/no question, and they're only allowed to respond with yes or no.

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notgivinguptheghost

{ Vivi. She had come back to the woods, alone it seemed. Lewis kept himself as distanced and hidden away from her as he could, but still followed her curiously. 

He wiped her memory to help her move on from him -- but he couldn't move on from her. He wanted to go back. Go back to all those drive-in and fair dates. Those trips to the bookstore that started in the non-fiction unexplained section and ended at an abandoned house nearly thirty minutes away.

It all seemed like such a blur compared to now, which was a stark contrast. }

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Oh, Lewis was going to tear him to shreds. Piece by piece. Even after all this time, Arthur was going to plead innocence? No, he was not letting him off that easy. He knows what he saw and he knows who was up there. The only person who'd possibly be able push him...

He dashed after him, rounding the corner in a flash of angry pink.

" ＹＯＵ ＳＨＯＶＥＤ ＭＥ！       ＴＨＩＳ  ＤＩＤＮ＇Ｔ  ＨＡＰＰＥＮ    ＡＣＣＩＤＥＮＴＡＬＬＹ！

   ＹＯＵ ＰＵＳＨＥＤ ＭＥ ＯＦＦ！      ＩＴ ＷＡＳ Ａ ＣＬＥＡＲ ＡＳＳＡＵＬＴ！    ＹＯＵ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＴＥＬＬ ＭＥ,      ＴＨＡＴ＇Ｓ ＮＯＴ ＹＯＵＲ ＦＡＵＬＴ？"

Arthur cowered at the approach, making himself as small as possible. Of course, it was just his luck to be at the receiving end of a vengeful spirit, especially that of his dead best friend. As if the guilt didn’t haunt him enough as it was. 

He slipped around a corner, looking for an escape, any kind of escape, and replied desperately to the angry, booming voice. “I—i-it wu-w-w-wasn’t mmmy fault-t-t!”

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lostmyarm

" ＹＯＵ！" The skeleton ghost roared out, busting the door down with his frame, hands clenched in tight fists and ready to strike out in anger across the younger man.

    " We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.                                            ＳＯ ＷＨＹ ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＹＯＵ ＪＵＳＴ ＳＴＯＰ ＲＵＮＮＩＮＧ？"

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

follow my vivi & arthur!

notgivinguptheghost (jodi) & lostmyarm (tj)

[imfeelinlikeaghost]

"I don't think you realize how much I                               ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＣＡＲＥ."

"--I'm dead! I'm dead and there's no going back now! Fuck if I am not going to make him pay for it, because I wasn't the only one hurt by it. I'll rot a thousand years as long as he's rotting with me."

"Yeah but then what?!  You’re still dead, and now you just murdered the person who murdered you!  Trust me, I was murdered mid-act, and I was all for the vengeance against the dude who did me in—  Ain’t what it’s cracked up to be, because at the end of the day, you’re still a ghost, and in some cases, you’re stuck with the person you murdered forever."

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"It's only until I kill the person who did this to me. I already know who he is and where to find him."

"Maybe so—  If you want to stay a vengeful angry spirit for the rest of eternity."