Chapter Six #2
My hand clenches around something within my reach, and a single bottle of alcohol smashes against a chair to their left.
“You have a bit of a problem here; I hope you know that?”
Voorhees pipes in. “Oh yes, he knows that very well. And so do I. See this scar? This is because of his club ghoulfriend. She doesn’t like it when people talk to Phantom or speak ill of her.” He points to the infamous gash I gave him the last time he crossed me.
Might I say, the scar does give him a little more charm than before.
At least he has a cool scar story. The bad part is I can envision him deep in conversation, pointing to the small scar below his eye with pride.
“Check it out, man. I got this shit when I pissed off a ghost…” Yeah, I can already see his cocky grin as he says it, doing his best to play it off like I didn’t scare the piss out of him and make him want to take stock in adult diapers. The pussy.
Autumn laughs. “So, what are you wanting me to do here?”
“Well, I guess we need you to contact her and find out why she’s still here. After that, we just want her to leave and crossover.”
Autumn shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
Phantom crosses his arms. “Why do you say that?”
The Autumn girl closes her eyes again. “She’s very possessive of you. She’s not like other spirits. I feel a wall between us, almost like she’s blocking me from really connecting with her.”
“If you want a connection, Darlin’, all you have to do is get on your knees and—”
Autumn pales. “Yeah, she’s definitely not like the other guy. He’s a bit… um…too full of himself.”
Damien frowns. “Me? Is this bitch talking about me? Darlin’, if I were living, I’d have you eating out of the palm of my hand, and you’d be choking on my dick for weeks.”
Voorhees pauses. “There’s more than just one ghost here?”
Autumn nods. “I feel three. One I’ve connected with before… one who is a little too cocky for my liking… and…”
“Eve,” Phantom finishes for her.
“Is that her name?”
“Damn right, that’s my name, bitch! Don’t you ever forget it! Now hit the road, Jack. Go! Before I show you exactly why I’m the head bitch in charge around here.”
Autumn takes a step back. “I’ve never felt someone so lost before. It’s almost as if she’s not quite sure why she’s here.”
“I know exactly why I’m here. For him. The guy you keep making stupid googly eyes at. I’m getting better at throwing things, so how about I throw something at those pretty green eyes of yours? Maybe I’ll get lucky and a glass shard will pluck out your eyeballs?”
Autumn laughs. “She’s definitely spirited.”
“Oh, now she’s making fun of me… how dare you!”
Autumn quickly jumps to the side as another bottle launches at her, missing her by a few inches. It hits the floor, but doesn’t shatter, just spins and spins until it lands on Damien’s gloating face.
“Sweet, I love Spin the Bottle! Come on, Evie baby, give your ghost daddy a little kiss.”
“Come any closer, and I’ll filet your cock and serve it to Krueger.”
Krueger’s appalled expression makes me giggle. But for the first time in a while, he stays silent, observing and listening to everything going on in front of us.
“You’d have to catch me first,” Damien claims, one-eyed winking like he’s throwing out Morse code.
“This isn’t good at all. She’s way too attached to you.”
Phantom chuckles. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“When spirits get attached like this, it’s not good; it leads to possession and control. Things are going to get worse instead of better.”
“Possession? Control? Bitch, I already have control over him. Look at him; he’s in love with me. Me! Not you. Not any bitch that comes near him. Me.”
“Can you help us?” Voorhees questions.
She hugs herself, waiting a few seconds before nodding. “I can try, but she has to be willing to cross over, and from what I feel, she’s not ready.”
“I’m not going anywhere!” I rage, flying at her with a fury that is unmatched by everything else. But it’s like she has a barrier of protection around her or something, because I bounce off an invisible force, my ass falling to the ground with a weightless and soundless thud.
“She’s protected,” Krueger states, suddenly appearing behind me. “You can’t touch her unless she wants you to.”
“She’s trying to get rid of me.”
Damien strolls up and puts his hand out, helping me to my feet. “Well, you are a bit of a nuisance, Dollface.”
“Nuisance? Me! What about you? You’re the one going around possessing people while they have sex.”
He shrugs. “They don’t even know it’s happening.
But you, you throw shit and get angry. You drag people out of their rooms kicking and screaming.
You’re the kind of ghost people are afraid of.
The kind they can see without seeing, and makes them feel afraid.
Face it, Dollface, you’re scaring people. ”
“Good! Let them be scared. I want them to know who Phantom belongs to. Blake is mine. I don’t care who comes in here rubbing sage sticks and cleansing the house with psychobabble juju, I’m not going anywhere!
Phantom is my unfinished business, and until he’s with me again, I’m sticking by his side! ”
The glass around us suddenly shatters. Every bottle, mirror, and thin piece of glass within a few feet of us, explodes, my rage combusting to where I couldn’t control it.
I didn’t even realize that my voice was getting louder and louder.
Everything built beneath the surface, none of it making sense.
Everyone screams and ducks as the last glass goes sailing across the room, shattering against the wall with an effective bang.
Krueger pierces me with his one good eye, and I suddenly feel powerless and small.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.”
Krueger’s mouth tics in frustration. “You’re getting stronger, Eve. Too strong. You gotta let some of this frustration go before you hurt somebody. I can’t help you if you hurt the living. Once you do that…” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“Once I do that, what?”
He throws up an angry hand and waves me off. “I don’t have time for your bullshit right now. You’ve closed her off, and I wanted to relay a message to my son. Now I can’t.”
“Krueger, wait! I’m sorry. Tell me what happens if I hurt someone who’s living.”
He stops in the middle of the room, turning slowly as his chest rises and falls with each undead breath.
“Hurt someone who's living, Eve, and you’ll no longer be in control of your spirit.” He points to a dark corner of the room, one that has a bunch of unnerving red eyes blinking back at us. “They will.”
An unwelcomed shiver works its way down my body, and I quickly turn, refusing to look over there a second longer.
I stay far away from that side of the clubhouse because I don’t like how it makes me feel.
There’s a strange sense of evil over there, like if you get close enough, hands will shoot out and drag you beneath the floorboards lower and lower until the fires of Hell suffocate and smother you.
“Hey, they can’t control me! Nobody can! I’m my own spirit.”
Krueger ignores me and sulks back to his corner, just as Blake and the rest of his club start scooping up the shattered glass around the room. I’m not sure where that surge of power came from, but I like it.
For the first time since dying, it felt like people actually heard me. Especially that Autumn chick. She stopped trying to channel me the second that first glass broke.
I got under her skin, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll stay as far away from the club as she can.
Ghost-talking bitches are not welcome beyond those doors. I’ll make damn sure of it.