The Ghost Connection

Thank Goodness...?

I was finally able to go home! My mother, with her shaking hands, lead me to the car. She was still scared after the chair incident. And Marilyn doesn't like her still.

I got into the car and we started to drive, Marilyn sitting beside me. "So, wonder what will happen now?" I looked at her and shrugged. I decided to sit in the back, even though the front was open. I said I was just tired.

"Guess we'll see." I whispered.

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We got into the house and it was all quiet. My father had gone to work this morning. It was about lunch time. "What do you want to do for lunch?" I asked my mother.

She didn't respond for several minutes. Then, "why don't we get a sandwich at that little French shop down the road? Fresh air and walking ought to do you good." I nodded.

We reached the cafe after about 20 mins. The bell tinkled as we walked in. We sat down and grabbed the menus. Laughing, I dropped mine accidentally. I was really clumsy.

"So, what're you going to have, Brooke?" My mom asked, her pink glasses popping up over her menu. I heard the chair to the right squeak and glanced toward it. "I think I want a ham sandwich." I said hastily.

She nodded. I glanced over and looked at Marilyn. She just shrugged. "Annie is off doing something else." I gave the tiniest of nods.

We ordered and my mother ran to the restroom. I sighed. "Haha. Yeah right, you just want to scare my mother if she's mean to me." "You're right, honey." She smiled, red lipstick bright over her perfectly white teeth.

"So... Do you think that the medicine will harm me, not let me talk to you...? I mean...." I heard my mother's heels not far away and stopped talking.

She sighed heavily. "I've got no idea. I really don't think you should be on them. I don't think it will help. You're really not crazy." My mother sat back down. I pretended to look at the posters of French chefs on the wall, behind Marilyn. I couldn't help think, again a ghost telling me I'm not crazy.

The rest of the meal went by with small talk, and Marilyn looking kind of annoyed.

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I opened the door to my room and frowned. Annie was sitting on my bed, legs crossed, holding her gun. "Whatcha doin?" I asked. She shook her head and put her finger to her lips. I was alarmed.

She pointed behind me and I turned, to see a creepy wooden looking doll. It had blazing red eyes and was falling apart. "Cover your ears."

I ducked and covered my ears. A shot rang and I heard the doll shatter, a piece going through my wrist. It burned like acid. I stared at it. It was as if a pen had exploded on my skin.

Annie ran over and yanked the piece out, dropping it to the floor.

I began to feel sleepy. Flashes of vision came to me. I barely remembered what was happening. I crawled or was lifted to the bed and fell asleep on top of it.

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I awoke to someone shaking me. I looked up, Marilyn was terrified. She was about to say something, but the door opened.

My mother came walking in, holding a few pills. "These are your meds for your mental health." She said. I turned my back to her. "You have to take these. You have no choice." She grabbed my shoulder.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marilyn move. "Don't!" I said, turning around. My mother assumed I was talking to her.

"Yes. It's for your own good. Don't you want to be normal?" She forced them into my hand. There were two. She gave me some water and waited until I swallowed them.

"Don't do it." Marilyn hissed. I shook my head. I had to.

I took them. My mother smiled and left. I sat on my bed with my knees curled to my chest. I stayed like that for about half an hour.

I heard a huge crash and some talking. I looked around. Neither of my ghost buddies were to be seen! "Guys!? Marilyn?" I whispered. I heard maniacal laughter and looked around. Dark shapes were moving all around my room.

"You can't escape." One of them hissed. I started to freak. "Hey!! Brooke! Snap out of it!" I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I let out a scream. I felt coldness over my mouth and started to cry. A hand was pressed to my forehead and it turned warm. I fell asleep again.