No One There To Care (On Hiatus)

Persephone is a poltergeist who lives for pure hatred of anyone that breaths. Darcy has just moved into Persephone's house with her family after almost being kidnapped. Will Darcy see that Persephone just needed someone who cared? Or will Persephone go to far and lose the person who could help her because of anger? Find out in No One There To Care.


3. Ch. 3



“Who are you, why do you know my name, and how did you get in my house?” I said confidently with a threatening tone. Just because I was kidnapped didn’t make me timid.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it your house, and I heard your brother call you Darcy, so I can kind of deduct that your name is Darcy from that.” The girl said as she got up from her position on the bed.

“Well then, why are you here? Do you work for him? Are you one of his prostitute henchwomen who have come to drag me back to him so he can kill me off?” I said, trying my best not to stutter from fear. The only thing that made me stutter now was the idea of being taken back to that creep who almost kidnapped me.

“I don’t know who he is,” the girl explained as she took a step forward. “But it sounds like you’re scared of him. I can see right through you and you’re completely petrified.” I took a step back towards the door. I was a lot more relieved she wasn’t working for him, but still she had an aura about her that triggered my instincts that made me scream. Yet at the same time I was interested to see who she was.

“So if you aren’t here to take me away, what are you doing in our house?” I said, watching her turn the loose knob on the foot board of my bed. She looked up and smirked at me.

“How many times do I have to tell you, it isn’t technically your house? Did you die here or did someone leave it to you? No, you moved here because, you are running from this guy you keep thinking I work for. Besides, that’s not why I am here. I am here because you saw me in the window.”

“Yes, that’s because I have eyes. We see stuff with them. That’s kind of what eyes are supposed to do. So why would it surprise you that I can see you in the window.” I chuckled lightly as I said this to her, but she didn’t seem to get it because her smirk turned into a serious expression.

“You aren’t supposed to see me. At least, you’re only supposed to see me when I want you to see me. But you saw me when I didn’t want you to see me.” She said slowly taking steps toward me. I kept stepping back until I hit the door to my bedroom.

“W-what are you saying?” I stuttered slightly as I asked her, “Are you like a ghost or something?”

“Not exactly a ghost,” she replied, “they just kind of mope around in old houses. I like to call myself more of a hatred-filled poltergeist.” I laughed at her when she said that.

“A poltergeist?” I said laughing, “This isn’t paranormal activity, lady.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’ll see, Darcy.” She opened the door to my room and exited slowly. I sat down on my bed and fell back into the mattress.

“By the way,” a voice startled me and I looked to see it was the girl again. She smirked at my surprised expression and said, “My name’s Persephone, not like you care. No one ever cares about my name, just what I do to torment them.” Persephone walked down the hallway. I waited until I couldn’t hear the creaking of the floors then I walked p and closed my bedroom door.

I was 99% sure Persephone was just some random girl who thought the place was empty then saw me and decided to play with my mind. But there was a little part of me that told me she wasn’t lying about the whole poltergeist thing. I shook it out of my mind and passed out of the lumpy mattress.


As I passed Darcy’s room I heard her talking to herself. It sounded like light arguing. I paused to listen for a moment.

“Yes, that’s because I have eyes. We see stuff with them. That’s kind of what eyes are supposed to do. So why would it surprise you that I can see you in the window.” I heard Darcy say this before she chuckled lightly before abruptly stopping. I rolled my eyes and passed her room and headed to my room. I felt bad for Darcy. Sometimes I felt like this whole thing was my fault, especially the fact that Darcy’s best friend Rose was killed. I was supposed to pick them up and drive them home but when Darcy asked me to I told her I was busy and that she could walk home with Rose. If I had just driven them home, none of this would have happened. I felt so guilty.

I turned up the radio on my headphones and headed towards the attic stairs. I wanted to stay in the attic because there was more room and it had a latch that went into Darcy’s room so if someone went in there I could run in and help her. I had my head down staring at the floor when suddenly I bumped into something, or someone. I looked up from the ground to see a mysterious girl looking down at me. “You must be Darcy’s brother.” She said with a sinister smile. She scared me with her beauty. I got up and shook hand with her reluctantly. Despite her beauty, I was suspicious she was in the house. I worried for Darcy.

“What are you doing in our house? You shouldn’t be here.” I said threateningly. Suddenly pain shot through my back and I realized I had been slammed against the wall by the girl. She had me pinned to the wall and looked at me with hatred in her eyes.

“Listen up, pretty boy: this isn’t your house, it’s my house. I am here to make your life a living hell and you really aren’t getting on my good side by threatening me. Although, come to think of it, I rarely have a good side. Too bad for you, now your pretty face has to get smashed up.” She said before flipping me over onto the floor and punching me in the jaw and nose. She leaned down close to my ear before whispering, “By the way, I have a little temper.” She got up and walked down the hallway I propped myself up painfully to see she had disappeared into the hallway.

I had a feeling this girl wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon. I felt the pain overcome me and I passed out.


I woke up to the sound of a slam and the sound of someone getting punched. I immediately thought of Seth. I shot up and ran down the hallway to find Seth passed out with blood coming out of his nose and a bruise on his jaw. And then I did something I had been holding in since Persephone was in my room. I screamed bloody murder.


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