This was a book I was determined to write and I only made the first chapter yet I made a cover for it (if you look I have 11 drafts of stories that are only visible to me that I've written).

When I came back on vacation and read what I wrote before I left I just wasn't feeling it so I probably won't continue but here's the first chapter of Ghost Harry (From the Styles Effect) story:

AN: I present to you, Ghost Harry's story.
Enjoy.

I made a little strangled high pitched whine out of the back of my throat when I tripped and fell on- well whatever the fuck I tripped on how the fuck am I supposed to know I wasn't looking that's why I tripped.

My breathing was heavy and my face was so close to the dirt ground the killer chasing me might have thought I'd been making out and making it mine tuh-night as I slowly crawled away, gritting my teeth in a wince while the twigs and leaves on the forest floor scraped at my skin.

Don't look back Harry, don't look back.

Despite my better judgement- ah sike I don't even know what the fuck that is- I turned my head, looking behind my shoulder to find Mr. masked murderer who wanted to ruin my night making his way over to me at full speed.

"I looked back I looked back! Oh I looked back! Nope should not have looked back!" I screamed out with wide eyes, jumping back to my feet and sprinting away, flailing my arms in the air and screaming as I tried to hide through the abundant amount of tall dark trees.

I made sure to hide behind one real big ass tree as I squinted at the pitch black abyss in front of me.

Oh well that's fucking fantastic.

What did people say about trees again? You hug them when your lost- no wait when you're scared.

Shit was it hug or hump?

I'm pretty sure it's hu-

A loud scream that sounded way too familiar ripped through the air in the distance, making me jump as I started to hump the tree in fear.

"Okay I'm humping! I'm humping! You can't touch me I'm humping a tree! You can't touch a man who humps a tree!" I cried out, frantically looking around me in terror as I grinded my body against the trunk while hugging it.

The forest then became totally silent, aside from the slight chirp of crickets in the nearby shrubs as I stilled, blinking with wide cautious eyes.

"Oh wow, it worked. I'm okay, we're okay." I said, letting out a slow relieved breath, looking around one more time before I tilted my head up, screwing my eyes shut from the adrenaline with my hands at my hips as I hypervenilated, breathing in and out with pursed lips before I looked at the tree in front of me.

"Oh god, yeah, sorry about the whole, getting hot and heavy with you there," I began in a breathless whisper, stroking the bark of the tree apologetically.

"I mean if we were in normal circumstances here ya know, I'd buy you dinner first of course cause that's just who I am, a 'let me fine wine and dine you first then grind' kinda guy, you get me, no, I know it didn't really rhyme well but- Mother cocksucker!" I screamed out in surprise when a large butcher knife suddenly pierced through the wood, making my hands fly to my face in pure horror before I darted the fuck out of there.

Nope, no thank you, I'm unfortunately allergic to sharp pointy things that can impale and kill me, sorrayyyyy...

Reason one hundred fifty three why I'm not gay and go for big black guys.

You ladies know what I'm talkin bout, huh, huh, am I right, yeah?

No, okay fuck you too then.

I kept looking back even as I ran, pumping my legs faster and faster with my feet crunching against twigs and leaves before I crashed into another person, causing us to both fall to the ground.

"No please don't kill me! I just pissed myself -don't let me die in soiled pants!" I cried out in a high pitched tone, immediatly bringing my hands up  and curling my body up on the floor in a fetal position.

"Harry?" The stranger asked through the dark making me pause my cowering to lower my hands and stare at the familiar face.

"Bryan?" I said in a daze, now blinking at my friend's alarmed face in realization as I quickly sat myself up.

"Thank god you're alive man- holy shit we really shouldn't have gone into this forest. I swear I thought you were the killer." Bryan breathed out, lowering his voice as we both craned our necks behind the bushes we were hiding in, still hearing the killer close by as he took the blade out of the tree he stabbed.

"Yeah, yeah, have you seen any of the others?" I asked hopefully.

"Yeah- well I mean after Troy died-"

"What no... Troy died?"

"Y-yeah, got totally decapitated man." Bryan confirmed, his lip quivering as he rubbed his face.

"No Troy..." I said under my breath, lowering my gaze to the floor.

"He was borrowing my favorite shirt -Hey, when he got decapitated do you think a lot of blood spilled or-" I asked before there was a russel in the bushes.

No no not rustle, Russel.

"Russle!" Bryan and I weakly exclaimed under our breaths when we spotted his sweaty face as he crouched by our sides.

"Fuck, finally found you guys." He greeted, trying to catch his breath.

"Wait, when we first crashed into eachother. Did you just say you pissed your pants-"

"No." I cut Bryan off as him and Russel looked at me.

"Pfft- no like I wasn't- I wasn't even scared, just said that for effect." I dismissed in a cool suave tone, propping myself up with my elbows as I ran my hand through my hair, sweeping it to the side out of my face with a chill unphased smirk.

Bryan and Russel began to lean forward, eyeing my crotch warily.

"No, no, no, no, don't come closer." I warned them with a raise of my hand, subtly readjusting my pants.

Another scream and sickly disgusting sound of flesh tearing apart rang through the air causing all three of us to scream and hold on another behind the bush, me sandwhiched in the middle between Russel and Bryan as I whispered "no homo" and held them closer.

They then slowly turned their heads to look at me.

"You did piss your pants..." Bryan said slowly in realization as Russel's eyes widened.

"Don't judge my bladder choices." I responded back as they both jolted away from me with disgusted, grossed out expressions on their faces.

"Jesus, you guys are still alive thank you." A new voice whispered, joining in with our little crew behind the bushes before Keith appeared through the leaves, crawling over to us.

"Anyone know how the fuck we get out of here?" He asked, urgently looking between everyone.

"Whose idea even was it to go in this bloody fucking forest." I spoke up, anger now coursing through my body as I furrowed my brows in annoyance.

"Uh, you did Harry." Russel said, all three of them giving me a deadpanned look as I unclenched my fists.

Oh and poof, all anger gone.

"If it wasn't for you we wouldn't be in this fucking mess. You just had to go to the damn gas station store near the forest-" Keith began in a low agitated growl as he glared at me.

"Wha- oh okay. Okay. So it's all my fault, right, okay and who was the one who threw their phone in anger into the forest when they couldn't find the mini trojan sized condoms in the store." I pointed out, bringing my hands out in a cautious manner as they all exchanged looks.

"You." My three buddy buds said in unison.

"It's not my fault -I am so losing my virginity to Janice Cutler tomorrow on our date alright, and when I do I need her to come back saying 'oh wow Harry 11/10 would bang again." I exclaimed in frustration, making all my friends reach out and clasp their hands over my mouth as we heard loud footsteps near our hiding spot.

"Come out, come out wherever you are..." The eery voice of the man who was trying to kill us all echoed through the dark forest.

Aha fuck that I don't play no games.

"Holy shit... how did he know I was gay...." Keith squeaked out from besides me, his face paling as we all looked at him.

"He meant come out of the bushes dumbass, not the closet." Bryan hissed under his breath as we all crouched down further behind the bushes when the footsteps began to grow in volume.

"Keith you're gay?" Russel suddenly asked in a surprised whisper.

"W-what? No, yes, -why are we even talking about this now?" Keith stuttered out in a flustered manner as we all exchanged looks.

"Should've known." I simply shrugged when I pried their hands away from my mouth as Keith narrowed his eyes at me.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He glowered at me.

"Well your last name is Faggot-"

"It's Fagoth! Fagoth, the h is just silent." He cut me off, whisper yelling at me.

"I know you're out there..." The mass suddenly killer chuckled under his breath.

Uh no we're not.

Bryan, Keith, Russel and I all paused,  peering over the bushes ever so slightly to find the tall dark mysterious man still looking for us.

Don't know why he's having so much trouble, we've been having a whisper yelling conversation behind these bushes the whole time.

And to think, all this time my mum thought a tall dark mysterious man would sweep my older sister off her feet when really it was me, her sixteen year old virgin son who would have to deal with this.

Look at me now mother.

"Marco." The killer suddenly called out into the night, only a few feet away from our hiding spot.

Bryan snorted.

"Now what kind of idiot would actually fall for that shi-"

"Polo."

All three of my friends bodies went rigid at the sound of my voice, their shoulders tense before they slowly turned their heads to look at me with wide horrified expressions of disbelief.

"Dude, seriously." Russel exclaimed in frustration.

I opened my mouth ready to apologize only for a high pitched shriek to escape my lips instead when the killer suddenly towered over us in front of the bushes, reaching for Russel and Bryan who were the closest two him as I shot back up to my feet, both Keith and I running, all four of us screaming these high screams that would come from a traumatized female in any horror movie.

"Wait get Keith! Get Keith not me! I'm British! You can't kill a British person our accents are too charming and cute!" I screamed out in terror when the mass murderer got rid of Russel and Bryan, now chasing after me as I darted and weaved my way through the tall dark trees while Keith screamed a distant "fuck you" from the other side.

I ducked as I screamed, just in time for the blade of the large butcher knife the man was holding to slash through the splintering wood of a tree trunk inches away from me as I cried and frolicked away in fear.

Yeah that's right, frolicked.

Yup, takes a real man to frolic away in a dark forest, it really does-

"Okay you can kill British people I get it! Simon Cowell is in America so do people a solid and kill him not me!" I cried out, repeatedly ducking in paranoia for no damn good reason before I came across a random small eery bathroom rotting bathroom shed in the middle of the woods.

"Ha, right, like I'm that dumb-"

I heard Keith's scream of pain and agony through the night echo in the distance making me realize the killer must have listened to me, side tracked, and killed him first.

"Okay let me in let me in let me in." I repeatedly chanted in fear, giving in to my first reaction which was to hide as I quickly opened the door and went inside the small stall, closing it shut without another thought leaving me in pitch dark.

I started to breathe heavily.

I then held it in, frozen in place when I heard footsteps crunching against the forest floor, slowly nearing the bathroom shed I was hiding in, then pausing, and then proceeding passed it.

I let out a breath when the noise began to fade away in the background.

"Ha, stupid bitch-" I snickered before the door of the bathroom tore open, revealing the killer right in front of me as I froze.

"Did I say stupid I meant handsome, handsome fine ass bit- please don't kill me!" I shrieked, my voice cracking and losing its calm by the end of my statement leaving me cowering in fear as the killer brought his large hand up over his masked face before finally taking it off.

"Bennet?" I asked, lowering my arms from my face as I looked up at my butler- or the killer- or my killer butler.

"Oh Bennet thank god you're the killer, yeah- take me home now. I'm done with your kinky fantasy role play whatever you're doing here on a Friday night." I said, wiping a bead of sweat off my forehead and letting out a small breath of relief before getting out of the bathroom stall and jumping into his arms.

"Take me home and make me hot cocoa and an imported biscotti." I ordered with a happy sigh.

I can't believe this was all just a prank, the guys were so gonna hear it from me when I find them-

"This isn't some prank. I killed your friends back there." Bennet snapped, dropping my body to the floor as I fell on my ass, gaping up at him in shock.

"What!? Bennet man, I know I told you to get a hobby but I didn't mean-"

"Enough!" He yelled at me, raising his knife.

"Years, years I had to deal with your idiotic requests you rich snotty white boy." He glowered down at me as my eyes shifted from left to right before I looked back up at him in silence.

"Uh... yes... yes that is me.." I began, only to let out a little scream again when ge grabbed me by my collar.

"Always pulling those stupid fucking pranks on me every single day, torturing me and mocking me twenty four seven. Not anymore." Bennet sneered, getting all up in my face making me scrunch my face up at his close proximity.

Breathmint, where art thou breathmint.

"Wait, wait, just- just hear me out here Benny boy-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" He roared in my face.

"Did I say Benny boy I meant Benny man okay! Okay! Cause you're so strong, you duh, you duh man- yes okay, okay. But really, can you please just give me one more day and kill me after tomorrow." I pleaded, trying to steady my voice and racing heart as Bennet raised his bushy untrimmed brow at me.

"You see, tomorrow I'm taking Janice Cutler - aka, hottest girl in school - out, and I'm uh, I'm planning to swipe my V-card. To give it away, to max it out with her... with her vagina..." I explained, nodding my hand and sucking my lips in awkwardly the longer Bennet just stared at me, giving me his usual Bennet 24/7 glare whenever I said something stupid.

Which I guess explains why he's always glaring at me 24/7 at home.

"You can't let me die a virgin Bennet, I know you're a bitter middle aged man who lives in his mom's basement but you're not that bitter-"

I never finished my sentence as Bennet plunged the knife into my stomach, blood gurgling the rest of my words as the red liquid seeped from my skin and dripped from my parted lips.

A million thoughts swarmed in my head in those last few seconds of life, goodbyes drifting in my mind to my family.

Goodbye friends.

Goodbye Janice Cutler.

Goodbye random lawn guy who trims my grass every Sunday.

Goodbye secret porn stash under my bed.

And most important, goodbye tv shows that I may or may not binge on late late at night.

And as I fell to my knees, black clouding my whole vision and senses as I looked up at Bennet, three words replayed in my head in my last dying moments of breath before my eyes closed forever.

What. A. Dick.

••

"Good diddly day, 'elloo..." I greeted everyone, quickly maneuvering my way passed patients and doctors in the hallway as I looked for the room.

"Found you.." I sang, slowly peeping my curly head inside the room I was looking for with wide excited eyes, smiling when I found Bennet unconscious on his hospital bed, hooked to lots of beepity beep macbines including a heart monitor as I approached him.

"Well it's great to see you again, you look so good buddy." I noted, observing his comatose state with pursed lips, rubbing my chin in concentration as I looked at the wrinkles over his face that had settled into his pale slightly yellow skin over all these years.

"Yeah, you look hot as fuck all shriveled like that man, not even gonna lie. Ten outta ten would bang, including me." I said, moving over to the other side of his bed where his life support was.

I ran my fingers along the wire and outlet, taking in a deep breath before letting it out as I shifted my gaze over to Bennet's body.

"Is this what it's come to," I began with a far away look in my eyes, gazing up at the blank white wall in front of me.

"For me to steep just as low as you, to be stuck here on Earth after you killed me years before, waiting, waiting for my chance to become a monster just like you..." I whispered, feeling at one with my dramatic monologue as I slowly backed away from the bed.

"You know what I say, I say no good sir! No! I refuse! I will be the one taking the high road here, I will be the one to forgive and forget and let bygones be bygones. Hear that Benny boy! I am turning the other cheek and forgiving you!" I yelled, pointing at him in anger, pointing at my eyes with two fingers then to him before I slowly backed out of the room.

I then apparated back to his side grabbing the wire to his life support.

"Well, you know what mom always said, when a man kills you at sixteen before you can get pussy wait fifty years for him to grow older, go in a coma, and unplug his life support." I concluded, tugging the wire and unplugging that shit before bringing my arm out that was still holding it and dropping it to the floor like it was a microphone.

"Drop it," I then said, pointing at the heart monitor that was gradually decreasing before the only sound in the room was the long eerily chilling beep of the no longer beating heart.

I beatboxed with the long beep that left the heart monitor, twirling around and doing a graceful pirouette to the exit even as a handful of doctors and nurses rushed into the room, running through my transparent body in shock and alarm as they crowded his bed.

"Unplugged your life support, cause I don't give uh fuckk.." I said, raising my hand to my mouth still beatboxing.

"Moonwalking out of your room cause I don't give uhhhh fuuuuckkk..." I continued, doing exactly that as I entered the hallway.

"Flipping all of you off cause I don't give uh-" I stopped mid sentence, whirling my body to the direction of the never ending dark, barren hospital hallway in front of me that seemed to only lead in a dark abyss.

Even from where I was standing and the lack of living people down that hallway with the flickering lights I could feel the presence of another ghost that only I could see since the living world and the ghost world overlay one another on earth.

"Oh, well I actually give a fuck about that so I'll just be on my way then." I said, casually whistling and stuffing my hands into the pockets of my black jeans, turning around to take the other route only to run into her.

You know in horror movies when the person just turns around and then boom, an ugly ass monster is right behind them along with the loud obnoxious horrific sound effect that scares the absolute shit out of you.

Yah well... that's how my afterlife is after messing around with a few ghost chicks.

"Jay-zusss..." I trailed off, clutching at my chest slightly out of breath at the sudden sight of Mary in front of me with her long slightly damp musty lookin' black hair covering her pale face that even reached over her bony shoulders and white semi blood stained dress.

I know, I know, I freaked out too at first when I was bored one day and decided to play a little 'Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary' in my bathroom only to find out she got my call and was immediatly into me.

But what can I say, bitches love the Styles.

Even the dead ones.

Alright, especially the dead ones.

"H-h-hey Mary... wow.. you look great- did you uh- you get a new haircut?" I stuttered out, letting out a nervous laugh as I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, slowly backing away from her as the lights hanging above flickered even more, no living being in sight in the deserted hospital hallway as a black eery smokey substance began to crawl along the walls the closer she hovered to me.

Bloody Mary was without a doubt the clingiest chick I've ever been with.

She began to hover even closer and although I couldn't see her face I knew she was angry, slowly tilting her head to the side in a creepy manner as her disturbing whispers filled my ears.

Mary couldn't talk, only whisper but I swear it was the creepiest shit ever that made chills run down your spine, you could be a good few feet away from her yet you would still hear her whispering in your ear as if she was right besides you, or even worse, behind you.

"Mary babe, you know I don't do that whole  'hey lil mama lemme whisper in your ear' deal," I exclaimed, slapping the palms of my hands over my ears as if that would drown out the harsh whispers while she continued to pursue me, hissing when she managed to grab the front of my shirt, pulling me closer to her as I flashed her an uneasy smile and leaned back.

"I'm not into your kinky shit! I'm not- I'm not into it Mary! What we had was just a fling!" I screamed, trying to pry myself away from her grasp when the lights exploded above us, sparks falling to the floor as the darkness consumed the narrow corridor as the whispers got louder.

"Mary, it's over." I finally broke it to her, meeting her stare- or well, her hair that was covering her stare with my own as her grip on my shirt loosened at my words, her head falling slightly along with her shoulders.

"It's not you, it's-"

That's when she began to choke me.

"And when I said it's over, I meant come over this Saturday." I choked out, my voice coming out strained as I wheezed, my head going back and forth like a bobble head before she let go of my neck, making me gasp as my feet made contact with the floor once again while I rubbed at my poor throat.

"Ouch my throat." I winced with furrowed brows, pouting slightly before she backed away a bit, or hovered I guess.

"So Saturday." I told her in an unenthusaistic tone, plastering a shakey smile as she nodded, fiddling with her pale blood stained fingers in a shy manner.

"Cool, so can I still make period jokes about you or-"

Before I could even finish the rest of my sentence my body was thrown across the hallway, sliding across the slippery tiled floor and slamming into the wall at the end before Mary disappeared with one last hiss.

I let out a groan, my eyes screwed shut as I turned on my back, facing upward to the ceiling as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Never date a girl who's always on her period." I mumbled to myself with a tired sigh.

I mean, they didn't just call her bloody Mary for nothing am I right.

••

A sudden crash in my apartment's living room woke me from my sleep, making me rub at my eyes and purse my lips in a slight pout as I looked around my dark room.

"Guilermo I told you I have no alcohol for you, go home." I slurred out, my raspy voice echoing through the empty hallways as I sleepily groped for the bat near my bed, slowly rising from my mattress with a lowered head, my brown hair flopping in my face and sticking up in every direction as I dragged the baseball bat behind me across the floor.

I nearly jumped straight up out of my skin, or ghost layer, well whatever the fuck I'm made of now when I turned the corner to find a girl standing a foot away from me, making me let out a high pitched feminine shriek as I brough the bat up, not really hitting her or anything for that matter, just waving it around in the air screaming my lungs out as she just stood there, watching me with a blank expression on her face.

I was now fully awake you could say, still crying my high pitched shriek like the man I was as the girl blinked at me with a passive look.

During my scream fest that probably lasted a good minute I realized that this girl was no doubt a breather, a person who was alive despite her pale complexion and empty blank stare.

I noticed her dark jet black hair that reached just below her shoulders and the piercing on her brow and lower lip-

Oh now just wait a sec, why is there a breather in my place?

I stopped screaming, lowering the bat in my hand as I stared at her with wide confused eyes as she looked at me.

"Hello-"

I screamed again at the sound of her voice, still not knowing why the fuck a
breather is here or how she even got in my flat in the first place.

"Yeah, I get that reaction a lot." She simply stated in a monotone voice, maintaining that straight face making me consider the fact that she might be serious since there was no trace of humor or amusement in her blue eyes.

"You're alive." I blurted out, giving her a suspicious once over.

"Yeah." She replied in the same bored tone, opening something in her hand making my gaze drop to the cold can of beer in her hand before she brought it to her lips, drinking it as she continued to stare at me.

"I'm a ghost." I told her.

"Yeah."

"Can you say anything else but yeah?" I asked with a tilt of my head, observing her.

The girl lowered the drink from her mouth, smacking her lips and looking down at it before she looked back up at me with a blank stare.

"Yeah." She answered.

"Alright well you just- you stay right there then and enjoy your drink... I've got some porn magazines on my coffee table in the living room... you just entertain yourself while I go find out what to do with you." I told her, raising my hands up in front of me in a cautious manner as I hovered away from her, slowly backing away before I evaporated into thin air.

I appeared back into my room, whistling to myself before I flung the bat to the side, letting it crash against my furniture without a care before I grabbed the ouija board from under my bed, bringing it out and placing it on my mattress as I blew the dust off it.

I then moved the indicator pointer thingy around over the letters on the board, forming words.

Yo, anyone on group chat,
need advice
-H

I brought my arms to my sides, waiting patiently as I stared at the board before the pointer began to move on its own, indicating another ghost was communicating with me as it quickly went over the letters at an inhumane speed only ghosts could read fast enough.

                                                                 I'm here
                                                                    -Bryan

Bringing my arms out I moved the pointer over the words on the board this time.

Cool, I've got a breather at my place.
What the fuck do I do with her?
-H

                                                     Aye, did you say
                                                                       a her?
                                                                       -Keith

Keith, acting like more of a fuckboy
won't make you any less gay
-Bryan

Fuck you
-Keith

Sorry I'm straight
but flattered
-Bryan

I really hate to interrupt
you guys' flirting session
but what do I do with
the breather?
-H

Possess her
-Bryan

Get that pussy
-Keith

Do both and possess
that pussy
-Russel

Aye Russel you genius
-Brandon

Long time no oujia bro,
where you been
-Keith

Yeah I usually just creep on
the groupchat on the ouija
but I saw someone spell
the word pussy so
-Russel

That was me,
the gay fuckboy
-Keith

I sighed, realizing that these shits weren't gonna be much help.

A chorus of low hisses suddenly caught my attention, making me look up to find that the dark shadows in the back corner of my room were without a doubt growing, crawling over my walls like black ominous claws before red eyes started to form along the darkness, blinking back at me.

What the actual fuck.

"I don't remember snorting my bath salts this morning..." I trailed off, backing away as the shadows began to peel off the walls, looking like evil tall dark monstrous spirits with overstretched arms and large sharpened claws.

"Oh hey, new guests, so I guess it's like a party at my place now. I- I love parties." I laughed out nervously, reaching for my discarded bat on the ground before I quickly ducked, screaming "Okay you're not a party kinda dude! I get it!" when one of the dark ghosts slashed its claw in the air above me as I dodged its hit before I quickly retrieved the bat and disappeared into the air.

"Alright flesh sack! I'll hold them off while you run!" I exclaimed when I appeared in my living room, only to find the girl sitting on the stool in the far corner across from me, flipping through one of my porn magazines with an emotionless look on her face, tilting her head to the side as she stretched the magazine in front of her, letting a picture inside unfold making her furrow her brows ever so slightly.

"Meat bag! Hey- you, yeah you goth girl, did you not hear me? I'm trying to save-"

My sentence was cut off short when the door of my room down the hall flew and crashed against the wall in front of it, the evil shadows crouching out of my room, their heads touching the ceiling looking like some rip off slender men characters as they looked around before they spotted me.

Oh well fuck that.

"Alright, every man for himself then!" I announced, ready to disappear and ditch the breather only for the dark spirits to evaporate in a cloud of smoke and appear by my side in an instant, their claws holding my wrists and ankles keeping me from apparating into the air.

"Meat sack help me!" I screamed at the breather, not knowing why I was asking her for help since she probably couldn't even see these spirits, let alone defend me-

My arm was suddenly released by one of the monsters who let out a loud hiss of pain by my side, its black smokey arm dissipating when a bullet was shot in the air, making me follow the direction it came from only for my eyes to widen at the sight of the girl holding two silver guns in her hands.

Two more bangs followed, the loud ring of the shots and cries of the evil ghosts filled the air before the dark creatures let me go all together, now focusing all their attention to the human girl who took steady determined strides towards them, the guns in her hands still raised as she shot round after round, the monsters now transporting to her in quick black spurs of smoke as she easily dodged their claws and teeth.

Like the man I was, there was only one thing for me to do in this situation.

I fled behind the couch, crouching and hiding from the action and danger as I watched the girl fight with a slack jaw, amazed at how quick her movements were as she weaved, dodged, and shot at the spirits around her with a blank expression.

I heard a small whimper at my side, making me slowly turn my head with furrowed brows to find one of the dark demonic spirits besides me, crouching and shaking in fear as it watched its fellow allies get shot and killed.

"Bitch get the fuck out, this is my hiding spot." I snapped, shoving it out into the open making it let out a choked sound when the girl spotted it from across the room.

It tried to disappear into the air only for her to shoot at it just in time, hitting its chest as it let out an ear piercing scream before the black spirit was sucked into the wound where the bullet had been on its chest until there was no trace of the ghost left.

I turned my attention back to the girl, just in time to find her opening the jaw of one of the spirits, bringing it to its knees before she placed the tip of her gun in its mouth and shot it, a white light flashing through its black slender smoke of a body until it was sucked into the air from the bullet, disappearing all together with one last cry.

I stayed behind the couch, my head peeked out just gaping at her with wide eyes before she snapped her head in my direction, causing me to freeze up on the spot when her passive blue eyes met mine.

"I'm hungry." She then said.