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Do you believe in ghost?
Prompt: Do you believe in ghosts? Featuring: Boy Wonder
The place before them seemed abandoned. Parts of the old house were falling down. Walls had holes in them. Windows busted out. It looked as if one harsh breath of wind and it would all fall down. This place definitely screamed ‘Beware of tetanus….and the roof caving in on you at any moment’. And they were supposed to go in there? Just what was D*ck thinking? Why did he think it had been a great idea to bust into his room, energy easily readable as he literally bounced in one spot: something in his hands but hidden behind his back. A grin on his face. A grin that always spelled trouble for Garfield. Trouble that he normally thrived in. But this? Nope! Not at all. They were not ghost hunters. It had been that question of ‘Do you believe in ghosts?’ that had Beast Boy knowing that this was not going to end fun. Being that he was a green kid that could transform into any animal he had knowledge about and had met aliens and daughters of a demonic a**hole….well ghosts did not seem so far-fetched. So he had answered truthfully. That yes he did believe in ghosts. And of course that was all D*ck needed. He had dragged BB out of bed, pouting when he tried to argue. It was that damn pout….that’s what got him in the end. He knew that he had probably been the only one D*ck had come to. Maybe because he knew Beast Boy was easy to talk into this. Or maybe he knew the others would look at him like he’d grown another head. Well actually maybe Starfire would be interested but Raven and Cyborg would have flat out said ‘No’. No matter how much D*ck pouted at them. They were always immune.
He was regretting it. He really was. “D*ckie boy…..Uh. I think I’ve changed my mind.” “Wait…What? Oh come on. You said that ghosts were tame compared to what we are used to.” “They are! But this is a death trap waiting to happen. Man I’m expecting Joker to jump out at us….or freaking Scarecrow dude.” He eyed the house again with much skepticism. “We’re not going to run into them. They are in Arkham.” “Hah! Joker is a damn cockroach who slips out every weekend for a nice jaunt to murder town for some good fun and a laugh. It’s very possible that he could be hiding around a corner. And we know Dr. Crane use to work at the damn place. He probably knows all the hidden exits. Why anyone thought it would be a good idea to send him THERE of all places. Like come on Batman! There has got to be a better place. I do not want fear toxin sprayed in my face, D*ckie boy!” D*ck snickered, “Aww BB. I’d protect you.” “I’m leaving you behind if that happens.” The pout he got would have been cute if not aimed at him at this very second. “Awwww. No love anymore? That’s real sweet of you Gar.” Beast Boy pointed a finger at him, trying for serious but failing. It really wasn’t him. At least in this situation. “Whatever. I still think this is a terrible idea: we’re not ghost hunters. What would we even do if we ran into a ghost!?” “Scream and run for your life?” “Why would I be screaming and running for my life? Why not you, D*ck?” “I’ve seen Bruce in the morning. Nothing is scarier than that.” Garfield snickered, “I’m telling him you said that.”
“Yeah yeah. Now come on, BB.” The other male grabbed him by the arm and started pulling him along. As they reached the front, D*ck let go of him and reached for the handle of the door. The door promptly fell off its hinges and smacked against the ground hard: the sound echoing through the house. “Nope! Not happening!” He turned, intending to go back to the Tower but D*ck grabbed him by the back of his shirt. His arms flailed for a second before he was grabbing the front of his shirt to keep it from choking him. “Consent, D*ckie boy!” That got the other to quickly let go, his face scrunched up for a second before he was shoving the other. “Shut up.” Beast Boy smoothed down his shirt before eyeing the house again. ”You know that was a sign right? To get as far away from here before the house crumbles on us? I swear if Rae was here she’d be smacking us upside the head with her voodoo magic or whatever.” The deadpan look the other gave him said that he wasn’t getting out of this. “Oh fine. If I die, I’m haunting you dude!” “I’ll allow it.” The first step inside the abandoned home was stifling. It felt like it was hard to breath for a second but the feeling left although it did linger for a bit. Dust everywhere. He could feel it in his nose, almost sneezing because of it. Whoever had lived here before had left in a hurry. Suitcases were left by the front door, haphazardly shoved over and open: contents spilling out onto the floor. It was a one story house thank god because there was no way Beast Boy would adventure upstairs with the place in this condition.
A family portrait stood in the living room: mold and dust covering a lot of it. He could barely make out a family of three: two adults and a child. “Uh….So why this place dude?” “Rumor has it….they left in a hurry due to a problem. Some say a ghost. Others say they were mental.” “Maybe Scarecrow got to them?” “This was before Dr. Crane came into Gotham crime.” People had issues. Mental ones. Who knew which member had lost it? Or did something make them lose it? Could ghosts make people crazy? He moved slowly through the house, eyes sharp. Ears out for any sort of noise that was not made by him and D*ck. The other male was behind him somewhere, the sound of things being moved were slowly fading the further he got but they were still there. A squeak caught his attention. His eyes roamed around the room, hair on his arms sticking up. He rubbed at his arms, cursing the fact that he hadn’t grabbed long-sleeves. D*ck had been rushing him out the door. A door in the kitchen caught his attention. It was cracked open: darkness greeting him. He frowned, moving towards it. He went to close it but the door swung open: smacking hard against the wall. His scream caught in his throat, heart nearly pounding out of his chest. He should turn around. Run back for D*ck. Snatch his hand up and drag him out of the house: ignoring whatever pouting he would try to give him. Should. But he couldn’t get his feet to move. D*ck wasn’t coming closer. Probably having thought Beast Boy knocked something over. It felt as if eyes were on him. As if he couldn’t move even if he tried.
That feeling like the one from before when he walked in the house disappeared. It was stupid. Him reaching for the light switch in what he now knew as the stairs down to the basement. There was no light switch. There was a string though which he pulled. Miraculously a light appeared. That should have been a warning sign. It had been abandoned for a long time. It shouldn’t have electricity. The first step creaked loud in his ears but he kept a slow assent down until he reached the basement floor. The second he stepped onto flat flooring he knew he shouldn’t be down here. That stifling feeling from before was back: harsher than ever. He nearly fell to a knee from the force of it: hand grasping the front of his shirt. Breath coming out harsher than it should have. He could hear D*ck moving upstairs, “Gar?” He turned, intending to run back up the stairs. Instead he froze, breath stilling in his throat as red eyes stared at him: underneath the staircase. It moved. Fast. Rushed around and at him. This time the scream did leave his throat and he bolted up the stairs: feeling fingers barely scrap across his throat. “BB!” Seconds before he reached the door, it swung shut and slammed closed. The light that had been comforting to Beast Boy a second ago went out with a hum and a crack as it broke the moment his hand hit the door. Darkness surrounded him. Breathing harshly as he spun around: back pressing against the door as he tried to see anything in the darkness. Those red eyes from before were gone. But he could hear rustling below him. D*ck at the door, telling him it wasn’t funny and to open the damn door as the knob was jiggled. The rustling got louder but he couldn’t see anything in front of him. He heard the creaking of the stairs.
This had to be a fear toxin of some sort. It had to be. There was no way that this was happening to him. He had to have been right: Scarecrow had been hiding in the rundown place. Had blindsided Garfield and he was going through a fear toxin induced nightmare. Had to be that. He squeezed his eyes shut, hand over his ears to possibly block out the loud rustling: the loud whispers that seemed to come over him from every direction. As soon as they started they stopped, the feeling of a hand on his shoulder had him jerking forward. He blinked. And had to blink a couple of more times. Seconds ago he had been in the basement. Now he was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor: D*ck above him with fear in his eyes that quickly went to relief the moment he noticed Beast Boy was awake. “What?” “BB!” Arms wrapped around his shoulder and he was jerked forward into D*ck’s chest. “Do NOT scare me like that!” He was confused. Not knowing what had happened. What was happening. What had that been all about? “What…What happened?” “I don’t know. You were walking towards the kitchen. I turned for a split second and next thing I knew you were doubled over: saying it was hard to breathe and that you felt like someone was watching you. Then you collapsed to the floor and I swear for a second you stopped breathing or something.” It came out rushed, filled with that fear he had saw earlier and relief that he was alright. So it had all been a fear-induced nightmare. “D*ck…Can we go home?” Something wasn't right about this place and he wanted out. “After nearly scaring me to death? Yes. Veggie burgers. My treat. For almost giving you a fright that took you out.” Garfield rolled his eyes, shoving D*ck away. “Oh shut up.” D*ck held out a hand as he stood which Garfield took. Once he was back to his feet, they were moving through the house. He took a split second to look at the closed basement door and quickly hurried after D*ck.
He didn’t know why he turned back around and looked at the house but he did. And red eyes stared out of the broken window: connected to a figure that looked pale. Paler then Raven. It was small. Small as a child. Looked almost….almost like the child in the picture that he caught sight of in the living room. Yeah no. No matter how much D*ck begged him in the future: he was never going to another abandoned anything. Screw that. Nothing would make him change his mind. He hurried after D*ck who seemed to have turned back around but made no mention of the eyes. He would tell D*ck what he saw: when he had been out and what he saw just now. But first he was going to settle his stomach with some food. Good food. That D*ck owed him big time.
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