CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I woke up with a start.
My eyes flew open and I sat straight up, trying to get my bearings. I wasn’t on the snow-covered Brooklyn Bridge anymore. I was in the teachers’ lounge at Oceanside Arts Academy.
But what the hell woke me up? I thought to myself, holding the covers close to my chest while my heart pounded as if set off by something else, something I wasn’t aware of yet.
I tried to listen, keeping my breathing as quiet as possible, and surveyed the room for anything unusual. The clock on the microwave above the fridge read 3 a.m. It was always 3 a.m. when the scary shit happened, but the room looked normal to me. I’d fallen asleep with the lights on, naturally, and though the window above the sink showed the black sky outside, if I tricked my mind hard enough, maybe I could pretend it was morning and I was safe and I could fall back asleep.
I laid my head back on the armrest and tried to think of nice thoughts. I was drawing a blank. I kept thinking about my dream, about Pippa, trying to decide whether that was a figment of my imagination or if it was real. I kept thinking about Rebecca being pregnant and the fact that Dex stuck his dick in her all those years ago. I kept thinking about Ada and how alone she felt, then about my parents and how disapproving they were going to be when I showed up with Dex. >
And then I thought about where I was and what I was dealing with. And it seemed pretty f*cking futile to try and think about anything nice.
I sighed and watched with surprise as my breath hung suspended in a cloud. It had grown colder in the last minute, so much that my nose and chin and hands, the only things outside the blanket, felt partially numb. I hated cold spots.
They usually only meant one thing.
A mechanical noise by the door caught my attention, making my pulse jump. I carefully slid my eyes over to it. The doorknob was very slowly turning, almost so imperceptibly that you couldn’t even see it happening.
I held my breath, paralyzed by fear, submissive by my lack of options. I watched as the door knob continued its long turn until it couldn’t turn anymore.
The door jumped in its hinges as if someone on the other side tried to push it open.
The lock held.
I let out a little cry, bringing my knees up to my chest, as if shrinking away from it would help.
Suddenly, the door stopped jangling. The room grew silent. I knew this was probably a good time to turn on the camera and film whatever the hell was going to happen, but I didn’t want to turn away, I didn’t want to take my eyes off the door.
There was a knock at it. Faint, just three raps, but definitely there.
“W-Who is it?” I cried out softly. “Dex? Rebecca?”
I slowly got off the couch, tossing my blanket aside. The vinyl floor was ice cold underneath my feet as I crept over to the door.
I gingerly put my ear against it, hoping I could hear something on the other side.
And I could.
Whispering.
At first it was the harsh, ragged whisper of just one voice, male or female I couldn’t tell. They were speaking nonsense, words I didn’t recognize as any language, and yet they sunk into me just the same. The intent still came across.
They were the whispers of psychosis, of pure hopelessness and desperation.
And then they multiplied. One voice became many, all whispering their rough pleas, their nonsensical words getting under my skin, lulling me into their madness until the hundreds of crazed voices were all I could hear.
I pulled away from the door, and the minute I did so, the whispering stopped, leaving me in silence. I counted to ten, gathering the courage to do it again. I carefully put my hand on the knob and my ear back on the door.
There were no whispers.
Just one metallic voice, like it was speaking through a crackly radio.
“She’s behind you,” it whispered in its strained transmission.
My lungs felt like they were shriveling up, my heart seeming to stop. The fear was so strong, so wicked, I thought it might just consume me right there and reduce me to nothing.
She was behind me. I didn’t have to guess who.
I straightened up and turned around to look.
Shawna was across the room staring at me intently, her posture stiff and her head angled down, creating shadows on her sickly white face. Blood dribbled down her chin and a red-stained rag was clutched in one of her small hands.
She didn’t say anything. She just stared at me.
And ever so slowly smiled, displaying a mouth soaked with blood.
I wasn’t about to hear what she had to say.
I pushed out the door lock and was ready to turn the knob when I looked down and saw eight long black fingers coming in underneath the door, wiggling up at me.
I screamed and staggered backward toward the couch.
“Dex!” I screamed. “Rebecca! Someone help!”
“I can scream louder than you can,” Shawna said in her sing-song voice. She took two steps toward me and stopped, her gaze going over to the door, to the wriggling, stick-thin fingers of the bad thing as it tried to get underneath it. It was only a matter of time before it realized the door was unlocked, a matter of time before it was in the room with me.
“Dex!” I screamed again.
“Dex!” she screamed, high-pitched and piercing. Then she laughed, mocking me.
“That’s right,” she said. “Keep screaming. I screamed and I screamed and I screamed when I was locked in that space, locked in that cold box. I wasn’t dead and they wouldn’t believe me.”
I eyed her with trepidation, not wanting to engage her but feeling I had to all the same. “What box?”
“The morgue,” she said, smiling and twirling a strand of her hair around her blood-stained finger. “It wasn’t my time, I wasn’t dead. And they knew it. The nurses knew it. But they had to make room. And my dad wasn’t there anymore. He couldn’t tell them no.”
“The nurses…” I trailed off, finding it hard to speak. My gaze kept going to the fingers under the door, now making long scratches in the floor. “The nurses killed you?”
Her eyes turned black as coal, her irises obliterated. “I was going to die anyway, we all knew that. My father couldn’t save me. He couldn’t save himself either.” She came two steps forward, almost floating along the floor. “I wasn’t the only one. Some of us burned in the incinerator. Some of us were left in the cold to die. My friend Elliot was smothered with a pillow. We were all tossed out to make room.”
“What do you want with me?”
She eyed me curiously. “You’re the only person who really sees me.”
“What about Jody?”
She snarled contemptuously. “She doesn’t have what I need.”
I inhaled icy air into my lungs. “What do you need?”
She grinned. “A way to be alive again. He promised me I could have that if I let him eat.”
I didn’t have to look to the door to know whom she was talking about.
“And he can’t do that without you?” I was afraid of the answer to this one, but I asked it all the same. “He can’t eat?”
With a scraping sound, the bad thing retracted its claws underneath the doorframe. Shawna looked at me in shock. “What did you do?” she hissed at me.
I shook my head, terrified and confused.
Shawna ran over to the door and opened it, poking her head out into the hallway. She gave me one last blood-glazed snarl before she ran out the door and down the hallway. Her already faint footsteps faded into nothing.
Well that was just great. I posed one question and their whole dynamic came crashing down. I had to wonder here who was the pet and who was the owner.
The answer made me shiver.
If he was a demon like Oldman said some believed, and he fed off of hate and fear, he’d have an endless food supply at this hospital, especially if what Shawna said was true. Was there really patient abuse, nurses killing off young ailing TB victims in order to make room for others during the epidemic? It wouldn’t have been the first time it happened, but to imagine sick children with no hope being tossed into a fire or smothered with a pillow, like Elliot was supposedly, it got me deep inside.
I looked around the teachers’ lounge again, paranoid that maybe some other child would be in the room with me, another child like Shawna with a deal with the devil and an obvious vendetta, but everything looked normal again.
I couldn’t stay in here. I didn’t care about my pride or my point. With shaking hands I gathered up my blanket and the camera I’d never turned on, and cautiously made my way to the door.
I poked my head out. The hallway looked empty. I stepped out, looking both ways.
Down by the washroom I saw Rebecca walking toward it. She stopped halfway, looking over her shoulder at me for a moment before she continued and disappeared through the door. I walked back into the nurses’ quarters, wondering if I was being selfish by being upset over her and Dex when here she was pregnant and feeling alone
Dex was lying on his side in bed, his eyes watching me and glinting in the low light. I couldn’t look at him, not now. I wanted to ask if he had heard anything, heard me screaming for help, but I could only assume he didn’t. Dex was loyal and protective to the core. If he heard anything wrong, he would have been there for me.
I ignored his stare and made my way over to my bed.
That’s when I noticed the silhouette of someone in Rebecca’s bed next to me.
F*ck.
Before I could think about it, dwell on it, get scared about it, I poked my head around the curtain and to my surprise saw Rebecca, in the flesh, sitting up in her bed and looking at me with sad, wet eyes.
“Sorry, Perry,” she whispered. When I didn’t respond and could only stare at her dumbfounded, she lay back down in her bed, turning over on her side.
What the damn ass hell was going on? One minute I see Rebecca going to the washroom, the other she’s back in her bed. I stewed on that as I climbed into my bed, dragging the blanket up to my chin. This place really was f*cking with me, and now I was in bed between my two friends and partners, both of whom were intimate with each other at one point, both of whom had kept something major out of my life, both of whom I was mad at.
And both of whom were the only people in this place that I could ever trust.
I didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.
I didn’t think any of us did.
***
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Dex asked Brenna as she puttered about her classroom, putting art supplies away.
She waved at him dismissively, a big smile on her face. “Oh, don’t you worry about me. I feel right as rain. Just a quick stomach bug, as nasty as it is. Speaking of rain,” she turned to look out the windows where the trees were waving in the wind and dark, ominous clouds rolling in, “it looks like it’s going to downpour any minute.”
It was third period and Brenna was back at school teaching, but not without offering to accompany me, Dex, and Rebecca throughout the school to any of the floors we wanted to visit while she had a spare hour. Davenport was still being extra strict, and though she never knew we had gone into the body chute or the playground last night, we knew we only had one more night at this place and didn’t want to risk pissing her off. Supervision it was.
That morning the three of us had woken up short-tempered and fuzzy-headed from lack of sleep. With dark circles under our eyes and a pasty pallor, we looked no different than Elliot or Shawna. I was still mad, or at least uncomfortable, around Dex and Rebecca, and they seemed equally awkward around each other. In short, it was pretty much the worst morning ever, made worse by the weather taking a nasty turn.
I never told them about my dream, nor what happened in the teachers’ lounge after I woke up. Dex tried a few times to break the ice, and though I felt my defenses melting down every time, it still wasn’t enough. We’d been to places before where it felt like outside forces were f*cking with us and making us turn against each other, like D’Arcy Island, and it didn’t seem wrong to say this place was doing the same kind of thing. Maybe all the years of death, anger, murder, and loneliness builds up and seeps into you. I looked around at the children who were going to and from their classes, and even though they looked to be okay, you could see the irritability in their teachers’ faces, as if something was permanently hanging over them, a net waiting to drop.
In my opinion, the net was the floors above the school, the ones that housed all the horror. There could be no peace here, not while so many injustices happened, tragedies that were supposedly buried and never saw the light of day. I thought about Oldman and his grandmother, whom he knew would never hurt a fly. I wondered if that were true, and if so, if she knew of others that did do such a thing. The wrongs that were made in this place would have been insurmountable.
“Brenna,” I said cautiously as she nervously tugged on the ends of her sweater. “Before we get started, do you mind if we ask you a question?”
I knew Rebecca and Dex had no idea about this so I quickly launched into it before anyone had a chance to say no.
“The other day when we were interviewing you, you were going to tell us about the time you saw the bad thing. You never did. Do you mind telling us now?”
“Now?” she questioned. “Right before we head up into its usual territory?”
“We saw the thing last night,” I said simply without looking at Dex. “I don’t think it has a territory anymore. I think it’s off leash and running loose.”
Brenna’s face contorted pitifully. “Oh dear. I wish you hadn’t said that. I’ll never be able to get any work done. Sometimes I stay after school to work on projects and…”
“The sooner we know more about it,” I said, venturing into unknown territory myself, “maybe the sooner the ghosts will be gone for good. Either the school will get recognition from the episode and parents will demand a new school, or we can help you.”
“Perry,” Dex warned.
I ignored him. I knew I was shooting my mouth off. I knew when we first met Brenna that she had assumed we were ghost whisperers and that we could get rid of the problem. I still didn’t think that was true, but if we could, it was definitely worth a shot. And it all started with understanding what we were dealing with.
Brenna leaned back against the radiator heater and crossed her arms. She sighed, a piece of curly hair flying off of her face. “Okay. I’ll tell you. But I’ll make it quick because it’s not something I like to relive.” I gave her an attentive nod, trying to tell her that I knew exactly how she felt. “I was teaching my class how to do a multi-media collage, using paint as well as day to day materials such as paper, dirt, and twigs. I wanted to do something different though, something that would challenge their minds and mix up their environment. I decided we would pay a visit to the second floor. It was a week when Davenport was away, and I made sure that none of the teachers knew about it. The floors really can be a hazard. So much upstairs is falling apart or structurally unsound. But I figured the second floor would be okay.” >
She looked nervous but continued as rain began to pelt the windows and the morning light dimmed, making it look like evening outside. “We were only two rooms down from the staircase. I wanted the kids to take materials they’d found upstairs and bring them down here, and find a way to incorporate pieces of history into a project about this place. Well, it was going fine until Jody wandered off.”
That damn Jody.
“It took me a second to realize she was gone,” she continued. “I should have been watching her more closely; I knew that she’d probably find Elliot and try to play with him. I left the kids for a moment and went after her, searching down the hall. I came to one of the rooms that had a closet and I could see her tiny footprints in the dust, leading to there. The closet door was even open a touch. I called out her name, quietly, not wanting to alert the other kids, then I opened the door. The closet was somehow filled with coats of all different shapes and sizes. Old coats that had probably never been cleared out, belonging to the staff. One of the coats moved slightly, like Jody was in there, trying to hide behind it.”
She took in a deep breath and pushed her hair off her face. “I called for her first. I told her I found her and if she didn’t come out, she’d be in big trouble. But she didn’t answer. And so I went into the closet after her. The doors immediately shut on me, locking me in. I was trapped and I knew, I knew that Jody had never been in there to begin with. I tried to open the door, pushing my weight against it, trying the handle, doing everything I could without drawing attention to myself. Then I felt hot breath on my neck, and long hands around my waist…”
I nearly swallowed my tongue trying to imagine that, the fear she must have felt. It was all over Brenna’s face. She angrily wiped away a falling tear with her hand. “And then I started yelling for the children, all while this thing…had me. It was whispering in my ear all these words that I knew were cruel but I didn’t understand, and I almost lost my mind. But then Jody yelled something from outside the closet, something like “leave her alone,” and the door opened and I came falling out onto the floor. We immediately went back downstairs, and I was so shaken, I almost quit right then and there. To make matters worse, when we walked back into my classroom, one of the easels was standing in the middle of the room. I know it had been bare when I left, but now it had a painting on it. A black, human-like creature with white eyes and very long arms and legs. Jody pointed at it and said, ‘Look, Miss Brenna. That was in the closet with you.’” She looked at us with worried eyes. “I never found who painted it, but I assume it was Elliot or Shawna. Anyway, I tore up the painting and lit it on fire. I never wanted to see it again. And I haven’t seen it—the bad thing—since.”
While I felt almost immobile from the fear, Dex said to Brenna, “Are you sure you want to take us upstairs then?”
She nodded. “I can’t live in fear. The fear makes me sick, you know. I’m often getting terrible migraines or stomach aches. When I spend the day at home, even if I’m in the worst pain, I feel at peace. I feel safe.”
I frowned. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
She straightened up and put on a brave face. “No sense in hiding. Besides, if you guys are there, and you’re more, um, ghost-friendly than I am, I don’t think they’ll be as interested in me.”
She was probably right about that. If the bad thing or Shawna were to show up again, they’d be bee-lining it straight for me, Perry Palomino, ghost magnet. I was like the highly sought after call girl of the supernatural. A whore for the unhappily deceased.
With that, the four of us gathered our wits and left the room. As we approached the stairway, Dex pulled me aside.
“Baby, talk to me,” he said gruffly. His brows were stuck in a permanent frown.
I looked at him as if he were nuts. “Later. We have work to do. This is our last show, remember?”
“This isn’t fair.”
“No, Dex,” I hissed at him. “This isn’t fair. You’ve had all morning to talk to me and you’re choosing right now, as we’re taking that poor woman upstairs to go look for the ghosties that traumatized her? What is with your shitty timing?”
“I don’t know!” he exclaimed, then recovered once he realized that Rebecca and Brenna were both waiting for us and staring at us, totally unimpressed. “We’ll talk later.”
I rolled my eyes and followed them up the stairs. It wasn’t as if I wanted to hold a grudge over him and Rebecca, but knowing me and my insecurities, coming to terms with it all was going to take time, and at the moment, all I could think about was the fact that we were heading up the stairs to our potential demise.
Or at least my potential demise. And no, I didn’t think I was being overdramatic, considering what a dead child had said to me last night, that I had what she “needed.”
I suppressed a shudder and continued on up the staircase. Luckily, none of us had any intentions of exploring the upper floors. The wind was blowing harder now, rattling the window panes and whistling through the gaps and parts of the ceiling that had started to leak with rainwater.
“Looks like we should just stick to this floor,” Dex said, much to everyone’s relief.
Just as we did before, we headed down the hall toward the room where we had seen Shawna’s picture hanging—and near the room where she had been with the bad thing. We were silent as we walked, listening for anything out of the ordinary. It was amazing how quiet that floor could be considering there was an active school downstairs.
When we approached the room with the desk, we were all suddenly overcome by a nauseating stench. I knew what death smelled like, and that was it.
“My god,” Rebecca said, covering her nose. “That smells wretched.”
We peered around the corner and saw something that immediately made me want to vomit.
The entire floor of the room, as well as the desk, was piled with the carcasses of hundreds of dead rats, festering with crawling maggots and flies.
“F*ck me,” I cried out as we all staggered backward from the disgusting sight. I looked over to Brenna who was turning a shade of green. “Do you normally have rat problems here?”
She shook her head, her eyes watering, and walked a few more feet away so we were out of the range of stench. “We have some, I guess, because the building was abandoned for so long, but not like this.”
“This isn’t a job for the Orkin Man,” Dex commented, still breathing into the sleeve of his jacket while filming us at the same time. “This is a warning of some sort.”
As if we hadn’t had enough warnings already. If this was how we were starting out our expedition, I didn’t want to know how much worse it was going to get.
He looked at us all. “Shall we continue?”
We all nodded begrudgingly and followed Dex further down the hall as the wind swept in through the open windows. We went all the way down to the end where it veered off into a wing with rotted doorways and a lot of water damage.
“Look,” Brenna breathed out. She pointed in front of her where an orange rubber ball was rolling toward us. It slowly came to a stop just a few feet away.
“Elliot?” she asked, her head cocked like she was listening, trying to hear through the creaking building and the howling storm outside. We all did the same until I realized there was a piece of equipment we hadn’t used yet.
“You guys,” I said, “I’m going down to the room to grab the EVP recorder.” Normally we brought the recorder out when we were filming the show and Rebecca usually handled it, but I guess since everything had been up in our faces since the moment we stepped in the building, it kind of slipped our minds. But for communicating with Elliot and possibly other ghosts, it could come in handy. It was amazing the sounds and voices the device sometimes picked up.
Dex frowned while Rebecca said, “Be careful.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.