Haunted [ON HOLD]

Chloe's POV

He dragged me into an old and scary castle. "Sit down on the couch love." I did as i was told and sat down on the couch. He sat right next to me and our sides touched.

"So babe. Why did you go with me? Why did you believe me?" He asked and i sighed. "I-i i don't know.....maybe i-i was curious. Don't hurt me p-please...." I stuttered, begged and whispered at the same time and he laughed.

"What's so funny Mr. Styles?" I asked and he grinned. "Oh baby, please, don't call me Mr. Styles. It's not that i don't like it, i'm proud to be a Styles, but i prefer you call me Robert." He said and smirked. Oh fuck. This is bad.

"No other questions?" Other questions.......hmm.... This is my chance. Now i can ask all the thing i was thinking about. All those questions but no answers. "Actually....i have." "Alright. Go ahead sweetheart." Sweetheart. Just the way it rolls of of his tongue brings shivers down my spine. Not good ones but bad ones.

"So......you killed all those people and those families right?" "Yes, that's right." "Well......i was wondering, why? Did you do it for fun or did they owe you something? Or something else?" I asked and looked down at my lap.

Robert chuckled and cleared his throat. "You really want to know my answer?" I nodded and he smiled evilly at me. "Alright. The Jacksons, the Woods and the Conleys owed me some money and they were happy i was dead. The Clays, the Harrisons, the Smiths, the Sadlers and the Roberts' just didn't belong here in my house and most of the time they were annoying. The Campbells and the Wakefields were just fun to kill. The Jolleys, i killed Krissy's husband because he wanted to burn down my house." He said and i was shocked.

"And what about the Bradleys? You said you killed them to. I........-" I couldn't finish my sentence because he cuts me off.

"Yeah...........about that. They came here. I thought, this family is it. They looked good, rich and unique. I could feel they had an old soul, that was a good sign. They didn't change the house, they didn't even try......they only cleaned it. That was it. That made me so happy. Just knowing that they respect your house and your taste. But then she came........Jessica Bradley. When i heard the Bradleys talking about her being pregnant i was happy. I have no idea why. When Jessica was born she was so.........cute. Later she grew up. She was six years old. She was stubborn as hell and fucking curious. Long story short..........she knew too much, they knew too much. Soon she told her parents all about it and showed them the proof because at first they didn't believe her. Once she showed them the proof they believed her. There is a way to make us leave. To let us die. To let us disappear. To just have rest, not being haunted and everything. There is a way and they were almost there. They needed to go to somewhere for the last thing, but before they could arrive and do it i killed them. Well........only the adults, Jessica's parents. Jessica just disappeared. Since the Bradleys nobody has ever been here again until your family. So here we are.......oh and soon i learned that Jessica lives with the Jolleys now. But let me tell you something Chloe. If you say the word, H.E.S. , she will never ever speak to you again. She knows why and she never ever told anyone." He said and my jaw almost hit the floor. He laughed at my reaction.

"Was that the only thing you wanted to ask me?" He asked and i shook my head no. "Why is Harry not allowed to call you his father?" He sighed and looked sad for a minute before he grew angry.

"He is not worth it!" He yelled and i looked down at my lap again. "Why n-not?" I asked while i stuttered. I didn't dare to look up at this crazy, sick, dangerous man.

"At first i didn't want him. I begged my wife to take an abortion but she didn't want to because in her eyes it was killing an innocent life. So she didn't do it. Soon she gave birth to a boy. The first time i looked into his eyes i knew it. I knew i loved him. I knew i would do everything to protect him. After a like a minute i already knew the perfect name. Harold Edward Styles. My son, our son. I apologized to her for the whole abortion thing and she forgave me. Harry grew up. A lot of years passed by. Life was good, it really was but.........soon it all changed. Harry got really stupid, dangerous and weird friends. They changed him. Harry slept with almost every girl in town. Every night he came home with some slut. But.......that all stopped when someone killed my wife. His mother..........she was dead. The love of my life............was dead. I didn't know who killed her and i still don't. But you know.........soon i didn't care anymore. She was gone and i knew for sure she would never ever come back. I didn't try anymore. I began to drink every day and night. I was drunk all the time. Harry hated it, i knew he did. That's why i didn't stop. I have no idea why i tried to make his life a living hell but i did. Maybe that was my way to let it all out, my wife's death and his stupid behaviour. I know it was the wrong way i still did and i can't change the past. One day i decided i wanted to stop. It was not his fault. That's why i went to his school to apologize to him but.........." He didn't finish his sentence. A tear slipped out of his eye.

"But what?" I asked and he took a deep, shaky breath. "I heard everybody whisper around me. First i thought maybe something was on my face or that i wore stupid clothes but it was even worse. I heard someone yell 'Killer'. Soon everyone was yelling at me with things like 'Murderer', 'Killer', 'Why the fuck did you kill your own wife!?'. As soon as i heard that last sentence i found Harry by his locker. I said i wanted to talk to him in private and he nodded. He looked scared, maybe even ashamed. We drove off to home. When we arrived we walked in, into the living room and we both sat down on the couch. I said i was sorry that i did all of that to him and he began to cry. He said he was sorry to because he said to like everybody in town i killed my own wife. That's when i lost it." Robert said and looked down at his lap.

"What happened?" He shook his head no as a signal that he didn't want to talk about it.
"Give me a minute please..." He begged and i nodded. After a minute of silence he started talking again. "I murdered him. I lost it and i just...........i grabbed a big knife from the kitchen and stabbed him, right through his heart. I.............i am crazy, sick and dangerous. I maybe didn't kill my wife but i did kill my own son. Someone i loved by only just looking for the first time into his eyes. I cried for like god knows how long. Then i committed suicide because i couldn't take the pain. So now here we are.......living as ghosts, phantoms, whatever we are. All of us never died in a way we were supposed to. My wife was murdered, that's why she is still here. She needs to cross over but only with your help. You need to find out what happened to her, i mean........find out who murdered her. Once you found out she will cross over and finally get her rest she deserves." "And what about you and Harry?" He sighed and shrugged.

"I don't know.......we all didn't complete our task. I found out my wife needs to know who killed her and then she can cross over. Harry, i......we already know who killed him, me. So.......i have no idea which task he has to complete. And about me..........i don't really care. I have no idea what my task is and maybe i don't want to know it. First they have to cross over, then me. Okay?" I nodded and smiled at him.

"How am i gonna help?" "Well........try to find out who killed my wife and yeah......you are already good friends with Harry so i think you can find out his task. Don't worry about me, okay?" He said and asked and i nodded.

"I'm so sorry for scaring you. I didn't meant to." He apologized and i accepted it. "It's okay. Really, it is." I said and he smiled at me. Robert really looks like Harry. That's good and normal because he is his father but still. His hands are exactly as big and muscular as Harry's and his eyes are exactly the same green and his voice is even deeper and much more raspy than Harry's. Wow. Wait a second. "Robert!?" I yelled. "Yes!?" He yelled back while he smiled.

"Your wife, Annabell wrote a letter to whoever walked into that room and opened her diary. She wrote that i had to look out for the man with the deep raspy voice. Is that you or Harry?" He shook his head no. "I don't think so Chloe. I think she means the murderer." I nodded.

"So what now?" "I think you have to-" "-go home where she is save. Away from you."Harry said. Wait, Harry!? How the hell has he gotten here? "I fucking told you to stay away from her! SHE IS MINE!!" He yelled and screamed the last part.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!!" He yelled at his own father and i gasped.

"NO! Harry stop!" He narrowed his eyes and looked at me. "What?" He whispered, his voice small. "Don't kill him Harry. I trust him. At first i hated him but now i don't hate him anymore.

He's trying to help us. I have to find the killer from your mother Annabell and i have to figure out the task you have to complete to cross over." I said and his eyes widened.

"You listened to him. his story?" I nodded and a tear escaped his eye.

"He k-killed my own m-mother-" I cut him off and grew angry. "No. You told everyone he did. He wanted to apologize to you Harry! He did and then you..........it's terrible and wrong he killed you because of that but you were wrong to! If he really killed your mother she would have crossed over and she didn't. Harry please.......he's trying to help us." He sighed and nodded.

"You will regret it. Don't................." A deep raspy voice whispered evilly. It was scary. "Did anybody hear that!?" They looked at my like i had two heads. "I........nothing." Great. Now they think i'm crazy. "No, tell us Chloe. It's important that you tell us things like this." Robert said and i sighed before i nodded.

"A voice whispered evilly 'You will regret it. Don't.................' It was very scary. Did you guys hear that to or now?" Their eyes widened in shock. "No." Harry whispered and Robert answered with a yes. Okay, what's going on?.....

"It couldn't be, right?" Harry whispered to his father, his voice full of fear. "I think it is son." Robert whispered back and Harry looked scared and full of fear. "No. We have to stay away from her." Harry whispered his voice again, full of fear.

"No son. We can't stay away from her. We have to help her, it's our fault." Robert whispered to Harry and he shook his head no. Why are they whispering?

"I can't. I won't. I......" Harry's voice was full of fear again. Why do i find that pleasurable? "Don't show any fear Harry. It will get you. The same it got her." Robert said to Harry and he nodded. Harry still shows his fear. I can feel it. Oh, how i love it when they show fear.

What? "Aww.........my baby is scared......your face maybe doesn't show any fear but you know i can feel it, right?" I said evilly. Why did i say that!? I didn't want to but i couldn't stop!
"Y-your eyes.......Chloe......t-they are b-black....." Harry whispered while he stuttered in fear. Robert narrowed his eyes at Harry. "Don't. Show. It. Harold." Robert said and i laughed. This is so pleasurable.

"Hey guys! Do you want to see something?" I asked. Like what? What do i have to show them!? What the fuck!? "No-" Robert cutted Harry off. "Of course darling." I nodded and smiled evilly at them. "As you wish."

Harry's POV

Her eyes were still black. Then her face..........it looks like............it looks like her face is tearing apart. What is happening!? Black blood or water or whatever it is is coming out of her eyes. "D-dad? C-can we g-go?" I asked, scared.

"No. If we go we show fear, that's the only thing it wants. The demon wants fear. The demon gets stronger from fear and that's exactly why we can't go. We have to stay strong." My father said and i nodded. Fear.

I remember i always feared to die and here i am. Now i know that was nothing. This feeling what i feel now is fear. This is way stronger i felt when i was alive. This fear it's........it's like i'm scared the demon will come to me. I know that sounds selfish but it's true.

I'm also scared for her. For Chloe. I'm scared the demon will hurt her. What if her face will stay like this? I can't live with the fact that some stupid demon ruined her face.
Okay, that sounds stupid.

"Remember me?" A deep, raspy, scary voice said. The demon. It has to be. "Of course." My father muttered next to me. "What?" I whispered into his ear. "Nothing." He whispered back into my ear.

"Let her go! She doesn't deserve this!" I yelled at the demon and it laughed.

"And what did you wanna do to me? Kill me?" It said and laughed evilly.

"Chloe. Don't listen to him. Listen to me. Harry. Fight." I yelled and looked into her black eyes. "Stop letting me say things i don't want to say!!!" She screamed and for a minute i saw her beautiful brown eyes before they turned black again. "Fight Chloe. Please, do it for me." I begged and i heard a painful scream. "Dad? Do-" "No."

"You will regret this Harold Edward Styles. Just like your-" "SHUT UP!!!!!" The demon was cut off by Chloe. Her face turned back to normal. The same happened with her eyes.

"Chloe!" I ran to her and hugged her tight. She hugged back. I pulled back and sighed. "Did he hurt you? I heard you screaming and..........i couldn't do anything." I said and she sighed before she smiled at me.

Chloe's POV

"No. He didn't hurt me. Well........not physically. He hurt me mentally, did some damage into my soul and he showed me something." I said and he nodded before he frowned.
"What did he show you?" Harry whispered and i looked down. "He................"

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