P.I.E. Fanfic-Monster part 2

Ghost and Tabitha quickly ran to her green Jeep to escape the rain. They hoped in, the cover thankfully on to protect them from the rain. Tabitha started the car as Ghost pushed his grey hood off his head, shaking out his wet hair like a dog. “So! What's the address?” Tabitha asked cheerfully. Ghost turned his iPhone on, searching for something. “They texted me the address…. Tabs, can you find it for me?” He asked, unable to read. Tabitha nodded, taking his phone. When she found it, they began to drive. Ghost hated the silence, so he turned on the car radio. The first song to come on was something from Katy Perry. Ghost groaned in annoyance and reached to change the song, but Tabitha smacked his hand away. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole!” Tabitha teased. The two had a good laugh at the reference.

The case was about two hours away, and Ghost fell asleep after one hour. He woke up within ten minutes with a start, letting out a gasp and sitting up. Tabitha gave him an odd look. “Are you ok?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. The rain had let up, and now it was just a drizzle. Ghost nodded slowly. “Yeah….. I'm fine….,” he murmured. He looked at the radio, then began to flip through radio stations. As he flipped through them, both he and Tabitha stiffened up as a G on a piano was heard. Johnny quickly switched back to that station, turning the volume up slightly. Both Ghost and Tabitha squealed with excitement as ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ by My Chemical Romance bean to play. They both sang along, giggling whenever one of them messed up. The station played many MCR songs, and the pair sang along to each as they watched the city and suburbs fade away into sprawling green county until they reached their destination.

They were on a barn. It was soaked from the rain and reeked of horse crap. The buildings were old and seemed to be falling apart, the paint faded and peeling and the wood rotting and jagged in places where it had fallen away. Ghost and Tabitha exchanged a worried look before getting out and retrieving their own guns from the car. As they walked to the barn house, Ghost slipped in the hopefully mud and nearly fell, but Tabitha rushed over with inhuman speed and caught him. “Careful!” She hissed, helping him regain his balance. Ghost nodded before the two continued to the door.

The porch creaked and groaned with each step, and the wood even broke away under Tabitha’s feet. She let out a cry of alarm as she fell through the rotting old wood. “Are you ok?” Ghost asked, helping her out of the small hole. “Yeah….,” Tabitha murmured. “This place is in desperate need of some TLC!” Tabitha sighed, knocking on the door. Ghost jumped as a loud neigh was heard from the barn about twenty feet away, and Tabitha giggled slightly at how jumpy he was. Suddenly, the old door swung open, and there stood an old man. He was nearly bald, and what hair was left was white. His brown eyes were slightly glossed over, and he was missing many teeth, and those teeth remaining were jagged and yellow. The old man was covered in age spots and wore old, baggy and torn overalls and a used to be white shirt. Tabitha and Ghost jumped back, Tabitha’s eyes narrowing into cat-like slits. “You must be them spirit hun’rs!” He exclaimed, his voice cracking from age and deep. Ghost nodded as Tabitha relaxed, her yellow-green eyes going back to normal. “Yes, that's us!” Ghost exclaimed proudly. “Well, don't just stand there like poles! Go catch that devil!” The man growled, walking back into his house. Tabitha and Ghost exchanged yet another glance before walking inside, shutting the door behind them.

Both of them gagged as they were hit with the pungent odor of mildew and decaying wood. The wallpaper and the furniture were falling apart and covered in dust, and the old man seemed to have vanished. Ghost got out his ghost-detecting equipment. As he turned it on, Tabitha suddenly whipped around to see a girl slightly younger than them standing there. She had messy dirty blonde hair, done in a lazy braid. Her eyes were honey-brown and her face was covered in freckles. Her smile was a tint of yellow and she wore dirty boot-cut jeans and a faded black t-shirt. “My oh my! You two must be them ghost people!” She said with a thick western accent. Ghost cocked his head, wondering how she had developed a Western accent in South Carolina while Tabitha nodded. “I'm Tabitha, and this is Johnny Ghost.” The girl gave a nod. “I'm Sarah. Sarah Smith.” “What can you tell us about the ghost?” Tabitha asked, nudging Ghost to jar him from his thoughts. “Well…. It made stuff float an’ possessed ol’ Murray!” Sarah exclaimed. Ghost raised an eyebrow. “Who?” He asked. Sarah cupped her hands around her mouth, then shouted “MUUURRRRRRAY!” At the top of her lungs. She dropped her hands, and a few seconds later a rather old sheep dog padded slowly into the room. His fur was grey where it should be black, and his eyes were entirely milky-white. He stopped to sniff at Tabitha and Ghost. Johnny was elated to see the dog, kneeling down and petting him. On the other hand, Tabitha shied away from his nose. “That's Murray. He used to herd the sheep ‘til he got too old!” Sarah explained. “His eyes went all red, and he tried to bite me!” Ghost’s eyes grew wide, but he still let the old sheep dog. “You might want to get out of the house. You and you're….. Uh….. Grandfather? Anyway, the creature we’re dealing with is very dangerous.

Sarah soon left with Murray and the old man as the rain intensified once more. Tabitha and Ghost decided to split up after Ghost explained it might be a demon. Ghost searched the basement with his equipment, while Tabitha searched the main floor and the top floor with a shotgun that had salt-infused bullets. Ghost turned on his flashlight as he walked down the creaking steps. He reached a large, pitch-black square concrete room with nothing other than pipes and old dusted objects that were no longer needed….. And an old wooden door on the wall to his left. Ghost knew he had to walk around a bit and look at everything before heading to the door. He found nothing besides old broken toys and such, as well as rusted pipes passing through the walls and ceilings of the room. Ghost took a deep breath and walked to the door, but just before he could open it the tune of ‘Full Disclosure’ from Steven Universe. He groaned. It was his phone, and that was the ringtone he had set for Toast. He pulled his phone out and answered it, forcing a happy tone.

“Hi Toast!”
“Hello sir. How's the investigation going?”
“Um….. Well.”
“........ What level is the entity?”
“Er…… Seven.”
“Sir. Don't lie.”
“Um….. Well, it's a-” Ghost was cut off by his own scream of fear. He felt horrible pain in his back as invisible claws raked across his back. “S-sir?! Are you alright?! What was that?!” Toast asked worriedly. “I-i’m…. F-f-....... Heheheheh….. I'm ok!” Ghost chuckled after he put his hand on his back and brought it back to see it covered in slightly sticky red liquid. Toast knew he had to calm his friend. “What happened? Are you bleeding?” He asked in a calm tone. Ghost gave a shrug. “Nothing! I'm f-fine!” “Sir. What was the name of our dog from our childhood?” Toast asked, knowing his friend was about to snap. “Oh….. Hahaha…… Um…. Knifey?” He asked quietly, his honey-brown eyes being taken over and changed to crimson red. His other personality, Jimmy Casket, had taken over. “Stay there sir! I'm coming!” Toast exclaimed before hanging up. Casket let out an amused insane laugh. He pulled out his trusty, red stained knife and held it wielded it in his right hand.

Tabitha jumped at the sound of Ghost’s scream downstairs. She was on the main floor and hadn't found anything. Tabitha rushed to the door to the basement then down the stairs, her eyes already able to see in the pitch-black. “Johnny?” She called out, looking around. Tabitha saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. She walked towards it slowly and cautiously. “J-Johnny, if this another prank, I'm gonna kill you!” She stammered, hoping she'd draw her friend out of hiding. Tabitha jumped and let out a small scream as she felt something vibrate in her pocket. She sighed with relief as she realized it was her phone. She pulled it out, looking at the unknown number with a cock of her head. The black haired girl answered it.

“Hello….?”
“Tabitha? Is that you?” It was Toast. He sounded concerned and like he was short on time. “Woah, Toast? How did you get my number?” Tabitha asked, bewildered. “It was on Ghost’s desk. What's the address?” He said quickly. The now-concerned Tabitha told him the address before asking why he needed it. “You may be in danger. Where's Ghost?” Toast asked. Tabitha looked around. “Well…… We split up, then I heard him scream, now I don't know where he is. He said he went into the basement, but I don't see him.” Toast went pale. “Get out of there. Fast.” Toast instructed, voice full of dread. Tabitha jumped as she heard quick footsteps behind her. She whipped around to see nothing. “Oh dear….. Is it that alternate personality of his? Jim-” she was interrupted by sudden loud insane laughter behind her. “Jimmy Casket! The world's most renowned murder!” Laughed a high voice. Tabitha gasped and whipped around. Behind her stood Casket. He had flipped his hood down to reveal hair just as crazy as himself. His blood red eyes showed just how crazy he was, along with his ridiculously wide smile. He was blocking the stairs. Tabitha murmured in a quiet voice into the phone, “Found him.” She then hung up.