The Haunted

"Oh Lucinda, if you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention." She smirked amused by Lucinda's sense of optimism.

Something has come back to Bishops Green. Something that wants to kill. Something unworldly.
Sixteen year old Lucinda Marcs is cute, fun and looking forward to the start of her Junior year of High School. But little does she know that something evil has made it's way into Bishop's Green, her quaint, seemingly normal town where nothing ever happened.
And when Lucinda finds herself caught up in the mess it's up to her to figure out how to get rid of this evil for good.
But what happens when her best friend becomes a target? Will she be able to save her? Or will she fall with her?


20. Chapter Twenty:

Lucinda's parents were watching the news on the small flat screen as she walked into the kitchen to join them. On the bottom right of the tv was a small picture of Gemma with the words next to it reading 'Third teenager found dead in Bishop's Green'. Her parents watched intently as the out of town newsreader relayed all the information about Gemma's death. Lucinda tried to block out the sympathetic voice as she poured herself some orange juice and joined her parents at the island. She slid into one of the seats and picked up an apple from the fruit bowl in front of her.

Her mother merely smiled at her before returning her attention to the television. "The one question on everybody's mind right now is what exactly is happening in Bishop's Green once quiet town." The newsreader finished before the camera changed to an aerial view of the woods. From above it looked so quaint and picturesque but Lucinda didn't think she'd ever go into those woods ever again. 

"I want you to stay inside today Lucinda." Her father sternly looked over at her showing her she had no chance arguing with him. She merely nodded not bothered about being locked inside, after all she knew it was safer in here. She could probably get some homework done which would spare up her free time when she was allowed back outside.

"I have homework to do anyway." Lucinda said receiving a bright smile from her mom. Anytime Lucinda mentioned school work or doing homework her mother beamed at her. Lucinda was the shining star of the family as she'd been told from a very young age and her parents had high hopes for her future. 

Lucinda's mom jumped down from her seat and kissed her on the head before saying, "Good, well I'm off to work if you need anything call my mobile not the office." Lucinda nodded watching as her mom walked out the door leaving her alone with her dad. "Luce, promise me you'll be safe. I don't know what your mother and I would do if we lost you or Noah." Her dad said to her. Lucinda was so shocked she could only nod her head at her dad. Neither of her parents were emotional and so seeing her dad like this was strange. But she had to admit she'd changed a bit since everything that had happened.

Her dad then quickly left the kitchen to go to work leaving Lucinda alone with the news still on the television. She wasn't quite ready to listen to what they had to say, especially as they were only repeating what people had already heard but for a different body. Lucinda grabbed the remote and clicked off the television leaving herself in solitary silence.

"I'm not the only one who can't stand listening to it then." Noah said as he walked into the kitchen and sat opposite Lucinda. She shook her head and said, "I'm already thinking about it enough without having to watch it all over the news." She took a sip from her untouched orange juice realising it was still sat in front of her next to the apple she also hadn't touched. Truth be told eating was the last thing on her mind and she was only doing it to make everything seem like it was normal. 

"I can't wait for it all to be over." Noah said though he wasn't exactly sure when that was going to be. After all they had three dead bodies with no suspects and no obvious evidence as to who had killed them. "I hope it's over soon." Lucinda admitted. She just wished Bishop's Green could go back to the lovely, quiet town it once was. Where nothing ever happened and everyone lived normal, peaceful lives. 

A harsh knock on the door pulled the siblings out of their conversation and Noah left the kitchen to find out who it was. Lucinda was grateful that she didn't have to answer the door, after all she had extreme bed hair and was still wearing her Little Mermaid pyjamas. 

"Luce it's for you!" She heard Noah shout from the front door and she jumped of her seat and walked out of the kitchen. It couldn't be one of her friends as Noah knew them all and would've just let them in so she had no idea who it could be. Noah stood in front of the slightly closed door as she approached unable to see who was on the other side. He merely shrugged his shoulders as he left her to it and walked back upstairs to his bedroom.

Lucinda pulled the door open and her heart stopped in her chest as she saw him standing in front of her. This guy just didn't want to leave her alone. "How do you know where I live?" was the first thing she said as she looked over at him. "I asked Bobby at school. I said we had an English project to do together but I didn't have your number so he told me where you lived." Brad explained.

Lucinda slowly nodded her head unsure of whether to believe him. She then realised she was standing in the doorway still wearing her childish Disney pyjamas. "What exactly did you want?" She asked hoping to wrap up the conversation. "I needed to talk to you about something." He said his voice low as if he were trying to make sure only she heard what he was saying. "It can't wait till school?" She asked though they didn't know when school was going to reopen. 

"No, it's urgent." He said. She could see the pleading look in his eyes and for once she didn't feel threatened or creeped out by him. Maybe he wasn't who she thought he was or maybe he was just very good at lying. Either way she had Noah in the house for protection if anything did happen. "Okay, fine come in." She moved out of the way to let him inside the house. 

"I'm going to go get changed. You can wait in the kitchen. It's just through there." She pointed towards the kitchen. He looked her up and down smirking at her attire before turning towards the kitchen. Lucinda felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she ran up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She quickly brushed through her hair and threw it up into a bun on top of her head. She changed out of her immature pyjamas and threw on some dark blue jeans and a white top with 'Funky' written across the chest in black bold letters. She was ready to face the unknown. She walked out of her bedroom, back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Brad was sat on one of the stools tracing imaginary designs on the marble with his fingers.

Lucinda cleared her throat making him jump, "Whoa you scared me." He laughed holding his hand to his chest. She felt a twinge of pleasure at scaring him after he'd put so much fear into her. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" She asked sitting opposite him. Brad took a deep breath and said, "I know you know." 

Lucinda's heart began to race as she thought of all the possible ways he could kill her before Noah had time to save her. She thought about jumping off the stool and running upstairs. She thought of the nearest room in the house with a lock and if she could get there before he caught her. She thought about the knives in the kitchen drawer behind her and if she'd have the balls to use one against him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked confused.

"What did you expect me to look at you like?" She shouted at him. "You've come into my house to tell me you know I know and you expect me to be ok with that?" She asked confused. Brad's eyebrows furrowed reaching up underneath his shaggy hair style. "Well I guess not. But I thought it might help you knowing I know as well." He told her. Lucinda suddenly realised they were not talking about the same thing. "What?" She asked. Her face softened as she looked over at him. "The killings. You know what's happening don't you?" He said as if trying to remind her of a memory she didn't posses. 

Lucinda shook her head and said, "No, nobody does." She said before realising, "except you." Was it him, she thought, or was he just trying to help? "You mean you don't know?" He asked almost sounding frustrated. Lucinda shook her head again but didn't say anything. "How could you not know?" He asked throwing his hands up in the air clearly annoyed. What was he going on about, Lucinda asked herself.

"All this time I've thought it was you." He wryly laughed. "I was so damn sure." He said. Lucinda wasn't really sure what he was going on about but she knew it had something to do with her. Whilst she didn't trust him she figured maybe they could help each other. "What exactly did you think was me?" She asked.

Brad looked over at her and said, "If I tell you you'll think I'm crazy." Lucinda laughed this time, her own definition of crazy had changed recently. "Trust me. I won't." She told him. Brad was still unsure. If he told her and it wasn't her he needed things could go wrong. "I need you to promise me you won't tell anybody else?" He asked and she nodded in response. "Not even Poppy." He said making her pause. She told Poppy everything could she really keep this from her. "If I told you it was a matter of life and death would you keep it from her?" He asked and she reluctantly said, "Yeah."

"I don't really know how to begin to tell you. I was hoping it would be you and then I wouldn't have had to explain much." He began sighing heavily. Lucinda could tell whatever it was he needed to say it was hard for him to get the words out. His cocky demeanour had vanished and now he looked troubled. "Ok, I'll go first." She told him. She didn't want to trust him but seeing him sitting opposite her he didn't look scary at all. "What?" He asked. "I'll tell you something crazy and then you can tell me something crazy." She smiled. Brad nodded at her and watched intently knowing her crazy was nothing compared to his.

"Ever since Alanna Craig died I've been having nightmares." She began. "Nightmares involving scary eyeless women in the woods and Alanna and Kyle and now that Gemma's died I'm sure she'll pop in sometime soon." Lucinda joked though neither her or Brad laughed. "And you." She whispered the last part but he'd heard. "Huh?" He asked her confused. "You were in my dreams too." 

Brad smirked his cocky persona returning, "And I thought you didn't like me." He winked. Lucinda rolled her eyes, "Believe me if what I'm dreaming is true I definitely don't like you." She said. His face grew concerned again as he asked, "what happens in your dreams?" 

Lucinda took a deep breath before she blurted it all out, "It always starts in the woods. I'm walking through them by myself at night and then this woman appears. She has these eyes that are just black and she creates these shadows from her mouth and she tries to kill me but somehow I get away and I run into you. You tell me I can't leave, that you won't let me and then I wake up. But just before I wake up I see Alanna and Kyle's faces staring at me."

Brad stared at her in disbelief, he hadn't expected that. Lucinda hadn't dare tell him that Brad had called her 'mine' in her dream in fear she'd really freak him out. But as she looked over him she saw something in his expression; something she couldn't make out. "It is you." Brad said and Lucinda didn't know what to say. 

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