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The lost soul
1 ReviewsA little one shot that I'm going to use for my English assesment...
prologue I stared through the windows tired of being trapped inside of the old worn out house, on the outside the house looked nice but inside it was horrible. The inside looked old, the design seemed out of the Victorian era. Everything looked old fashioned and antique like, from the chairs with the complicated design on the back piece all the way to the old looking paintings with the ladies just staring at me looking. emotioneless. I knew I could never escape the house but a man could dream.
Brendon's POV
"I'm definitely not sleeping there" I screeched while staring at the abandoned house while feeling a shudder go past through my spine. "Awh come on, it's a dare, you have too!" His eyes locked on to mine, staring, wait scratch that glaring at me until I managed to form the right words that were bubbling deep within my stomach "But, but they say its haunteeed..." I said with a slight pout which caused spencer to chuckle. "It's not fuuuunnyyyy!" At this point I realised that I sounded like a five year old who was just denied candy by his mom. "Well then, I guess I win the bet!" Now it was my turn to glare at him, I looked straight pass him though my mind drifting over from him to the creepy old house staring right back at me; shatterd windows cause the effect that the house was a skull staring through me into my soul, the shattered glass gave an even more sketchier impression to the house, the overgrown lawn made it seem that if your lifeless body lays there the only way it would be seen was if another pair of immature kids also came by challenging one another to do idiotic things. But I wasn't prepared to let spencer win yet and with a loud sigh I started to walk over to the house the overgrown weeds by my knees, the sound of the glass
being cracked underneath my feet and then the cliché, the hinges squicking as I carefully open the door , my tummy doing flips as I got scared by any of the events that might take place, here, tonight.
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End of Brendon's POV
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Ryan's POV
Once again I was staring through the windows, but this time there was something interesting out there, it was two boys one with deep chocolate brown hair, and eyes that matched his hair. The other had slightly lighter hair colour with light sky coloured eyes. The one with brown hair seemed to be pouting about something but I couldn't quite make out what. The one with blue eyes had left and left the one with chocolate eyes stranded in front of the gate he walked through the lawn and reached the front door, he stood there as if arguing with himself before he open the door with a high pitched squeak and seemed to shudder at the entrance. He roamed the house, passing his hand along the old , worn out walls as if he was trying to connect to the house on some level. He didn't seem to spot me, which to some extent was kind of creepy, but I kept quiet examining the boy who seemed to be lost in his own world. His eyes deep with fear but with also wonder. He seemed to snap out of it after about ten minutes but still seemed out of it and then he spotted me, he looked at me in shock as I lay in the old fashioned couch unfazed by all of it, he tried to speak, but seemed too shocked to speak. After 5 minutes of awkward silence I decided to take action "Hi! I'm Ryan" I Reluctantly introduced myself, he once again, snapped out of it and suspiciously introduced himself back "Hi, errm, I'm Brendon" his voice made it sound more like a question rather than a statement, he seemed weirded out by my presence and quite scared as well but he tried to seem like be was hardly bothered by my presence. Didn't work... 5 minutes passed, 5 turned into 10 where they just sat there doing or saying nothing, it was awkward at first but then Brendon decided to sit down next to me, still not talking though. we became used to the silence, almost welcoming it into the lonely house that now bare two lonely looking souls. I stood up and started to wander around the house, the tension was unbearable by now so once again I took matters into my own hands. "So Erm Brendon was it? So yeah what are you doing here?" I asked honestly curious on why and what he was doing here "I could ask you the same question, but since you seem so curious, I've been dared to sleep here and since I don't want my friend to win I said I'd sleep here even though I'm starting to now regret it" he let out a loud sigh and sat back on his spot trying to make himself comfy even though it was almost impossible for him to do that on that couch. "So what are you doing here?" He asked with his huge deep chocolate now wide open with curiosity "same sort of thing you know?" Except I was lying through my teeth it was nothing like that but I wasn't going to tell him that there was no way I could escape. Silence took over once again and both of us kept quiet not wanting to disturb it, he looked bored out of his mind I was simply feeling numb so I decided to get up on my feet. "So what do you want to do?!" I was trying to act energetic to shake the feeling of numbness of my body. "Nothing" he replied, his eyes were like magnets to the paintings carefully hung on the walls with frames so detailed that they could be considered art themselves. "Come ooon I'm bored please?" His eyes looked hopeful and very, very hyperactive. Finally Brendon caved in and got up.
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End of Ryan's POV
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Brendon's POV
"Come ooon I'm bored please?" I sighed but not loud enough for him to hear, I mean sooner or later I would have to move from that spot, I just hoped it would be the second one. I caved and stood up, before I could ask what was going on he wrapped his pinkie around mine and jerked me across the room, I almost lost balance but managed to stay up and within seconds I was running alongside of him "so what are we doing? You never really explained what we were doing." We stopped after a few moments of the question and he replied with a sly grin "lets go exploring!" I was undecided for a minute scared of what we might find but decided that it might be a cool idea to find out what secrets lie within deep the house. Much to our disappointment there was nothing interesting there, we returned to the living room sitting in the middle of the floor this time chatting lively about how stupid people can be when they get mad or angry and then his face turned. It went from hyperactive little kid to depressed teenager which in reality was right-we were about the same age, he was a year older than me, I was 15 he was 16.- "what's wrong?" I asked geniunly concerned, I didn't want him to be sad. We knew each other for mere hours but it felt like we had known each other for a whole life, he now had tears streaming down his face and all I could do was pull him into a tight embrace. He was cold to the touch, I don't even think possible to be that cold but I wasn't about to question him about that either. I could now feel the wet patch on my shoulder, not that I was bothered about it anyway. He finally managed to speak between sobs "my, d-dad used t-to h-hit me w-when I w-was smaller." His sobs became more violent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I hug him tighter and so does he. He pulls away "I'm, I'm so sorry" he's wiping his eyes with his long sleeved shirt. He once again had a smile on his face, not the hyperactive show of teeth smile, but the genuine 'thank you' smile. We continued talking and got to know eachother better. We both had a few common interests and the feeling of 'everything is right in the world' sensation came. I looked at my phone it was three in the morning he seemed alarmed, I chose to ignore it, I was too tired to notice things. I was almost asleep when he woke me up, "hey Brendon?" "Yes Ryan?" I answered hoping to go back to sleep soon " thanks you really helped me and in the morning I want you to do me a favour." "What's that?" " go into the first room we explored, remember?" I nodded in agreement and dozed back to sleep but I was now wondering what was it with that room. Dawn came soon enough and as I walked through the house and found no signal of Ryan I remembered his favour and made my way into that room. I found a box with a post it on it that said "open it" I did as it said, inside I found old newspaper articles about a boy, George Ryan Ross The Third, he had been murdered about 10 years ago, his dad had inherited the house and after two days of being there he had beaten his son to death, his body was found battered and was taken to hospital just not soon enough. But then he saw the picture, he dropped the newspaper and ran out of the room. It all made sense now on how he was cold to the touch, on how painful his eyes looked when he was speaking about his father. He ran down looked through the whole house only to find a note
"Dear Brendon
Thank you, you set me free, you see I had this sort of curse on me that I never really understood but I guess all I needed was someone to care for me and you did last night and for that, I thank you. Please never forget me.
Yours truly Ryan"
I set the note down and sat on the couch, what time was it? 9:30 time to meet spencer! I left the house and made my way to the front to meet spencer. He looked impressed "didn't think you would make it through the whole night! Well done." He finished and I felt my lips pull into a grin as I thought about it. "So anything interesting happened?" He questioned me, I replied with the shake of my head signing a no as I grasped the note in my hand. I decided that Ryan would be my little secret.
The End :3
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Please do R&R that would make me very happy :3
Brendon's POV
"I'm definitely not sleeping there" I screeched while staring at the abandoned house while feeling a shudder go past through my spine. "Awh come on, it's a dare, you have too!" His eyes locked on to mine, staring, wait scratch that glaring at me until I managed to form the right words that were bubbling deep within my stomach "But, but they say its haunteeed..." I said with a slight pout which caused spencer to chuckle. "It's not fuuuunnyyyy!" At this point I realised that I sounded like a five year old who was just denied candy by his mom. "Well then, I guess I win the bet!" Now it was my turn to glare at him, I looked straight pass him though my mind drifting over from him to the creepy old house staring right back at me; shatterd windows cause the effect that the house was a skull staring through me into my soul, the shattered glass gave an even more sketchier impression to the house, the overgrown lawn made it seem that if your lifeless body lays there the only way it would be seen was if another pair of immature kids also came by challenging one another to do idiotic things. But I wasn't prepared to let spencer win yet and with a loud sigh I started to walk over to the house the overgrown weeds by my knees, the sound of the glass
being cracked underneath my feet and then the cliché, the hinges squicking as I carefully open the door , my tummy doing flips as I got scared by any of the events that might take place, here, tonight.
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End of Brendon's POV
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Ryan's POV
Once again I was staring through the windows, but this time there was something interesting out there, it was two boys one with deep chocolate brown hair, and eyes that matched his hair. The other had slightly lighter hair colour with light sky coloured eyes. The one with brown hair seemed to be pouting about something but I couldn't quite make out what. The one with blue eyes had left and left the one with chocolate eyes stranded in front of the gate he walked through the lawn and reached the front door, he stood there as if arguing with himself before he open the door with a high pitched squeak and seemed to shudder at the entrance. He roamed the house, passing his hand along the old , worn out walls as if he was trying to connect to the house on some level. He didn't seem to spot me, which to some extent was kind of creepy, but I kept quiet examining the boy who seemed to be lost in his own world. His eyes deep with fear but with also wonder. He seemed to snap out of it after about ten minutes but still seemed out of it and then he spotted me, he looked at me in shock as I lay in the old fashioned couch unfazed by all of it, he tried to speak, but seemed too shocked to speak. After 5 minutes of awkward silence I decided to take action "Hi! I'm Ryan" I Reluctantly introduced myself, he once again, snapped out of it and suspiciously introduced himself back "Hi, errm, I'm Brendon" his voice made it sound more like a question rather than a statement, he seemed weirded out by my presence and quite scared as well but he tried to seem like be was hardly bothered by my presence. Didn't work... 5 minutes passed, 5 turned into 10 where they just sat there doing or saying nothing, it was awkward at first but then Brendon decided to sit down next to me, still not talking though. we became used to the silence, almost welcoming it into the lonely house that now bare two lonely looking souls. I stood up and started to wander around the house, the tension was unbearable by now so once again I took matters into my own hands. "So Erm Brendon was it? So yeah what are you doing here?" I asked honestly curious on why and what he was doing here "I could ask you the same question, but since you seem so curious, I've been dared to sleep here and since I don't want my friend to win I said I'd sleep here even though I'm starting to now regret it" he let out a loud sigh and sat back on his spot trying to make himself comfy even though it was almost impossible for him to do that on that couch. "So what are you doing here?" He asked with his huge deep chocolate now wide open with curiosity "same sort of thing you know?" Except I was lying through my teeth it was nothing like that but I wasn't going to tell him that there was no way I could escape. Silence took over once again and both of us kept quiet not wanting to disturb it, he looked bored out of his mind I was simply feeling numb so I decided to get up on my feet. "So what do you want to do?!" I was trying to act energetic to shake the feeling of numbness of my body. "Nothing" he replied, his eyes were like magnets to the paintings carefully hung on the walls with frames so detailed that they could be considered art themselves. "Come ooon I'm bored please?" His eyes looked hopeful and very, very hyperactive. Finally Brendon caved in and got up.
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End of Ryan's POV
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Brendon's POV
"Come ooon I'm bored please?" I sighed but not loud enough for him to hear, I mean sooner or later I would have to move from that spot, I just hoped it would be the second one. I caved and stood up, before I could ask what was going on he wrapped his pinkie around mine and jerked me across the room, I almost lost balance but managed to stay up and within seconds I was running alongside of him "so what are we doing? You never really explained what we were doing." We stopped after a few moments of the question and he replied with a sly grin "lets go exploring!" I was undecided for a minute scared of what we might find but decided that it might be a cool idea to find out what secrets lie within deep the house. Much to our disappointment there was nothing interesting there, we returned to the living room sitting in the middle of the floor this time chatting lively about how stupid people can be when they get mad or angry and then his face turned. It went from hyperactive little kid to depressed teenager which in reality was right-we were about the same age, he was a year older than me, I was 15 he was 16.- "what's wrong?" I asked geniunly concerned, I didn't want him to be sad. We knew each other for mere hours but it felt like we had known each other for a whole life, he now had tears streaming down his face and all I could do was pull him into a tight embrace. He was cold to the touch, I don't even think possible to be that cold but I wasn't about to question him about that either. I could now feel the wet patch on my shoulder, not that I was bothered about it anyway. He finally managed to speak between sobs "my, d-dad used t-to h-hit me w-when I w-was smaller." His sobs became more violent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I hug him tighter and so does he. He pulls away "I'm, I'm so sorry" he's wiping his eyes with his long sleeved shirt. He once again had a smile on his face, not the hyperactive show of teeth smile, but the genuine 'thank you' smile. We continued talking and got to know eachother better. We both had a few common interests and the feeling of 'everything is right in the world' sensation came. I looked at my phone it was three in the morning he seemed alarmed, I chose to ignore it, I was too tired to notice things. I was almost asleep when he woke me up, "hey Brendon?" "Yes Ryan?" I answered hoping to go back to sleep soon " thanks you really helped me and in the morning I want you to do me a favour." "What's that?" " go into the first room we explored, remember?" I nodded in agreement and dozed back to sleep but I was now wondering what was it with that room. Dawn came soon enough and as I walked through the house and found no signal of Ryan I remembered his favour and made my way into that room. I found a box with a post it on it that said "open it" I did as it said, inside I found old newspaper articles about a boy, George Ryan Ross The Third, he had been murdered about 10 years ago, his dad had inherited the house and after two days of being there he had beaten his son to death, his body was found battered and was taken to hospital just not soon enough. But then he saw the picture, he dropped the newspaper and ran out of the room. It all made sense now on how he was cold to the touch, on how painful his eyes looked when he was speaking about his father. He ran down looked through the whole house only to find a note
"Dear Brendon
Thank you, you set me free, you see I had this sort of curse on me that I never really understood but I guess all I needed was someone to care for me and you did last night and for that, I thank you. Please never forget me.
Yours truly Ryan"
I set the note down and sat on the couch, what time was it? 9:30 time to meet spencer! I left the house and made my way to the front to meet spencer. He looked impressed "didn't think you would make it through the whole night! Well done." He finished and I felt my lips pull into a grin as I thought about it. "So anything interesting happened?" He questioned me, I replied with the shake of my head signing a no as I grasped the note in my hand. I decided that Ryan would be my little secret.
The End :3
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Please do R&R that would make me very happy :3
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