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Fatal Phantom: Ghost Butterfly Chapter 3

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The pair made their way back upstairs, trying to find the front door to get out of this haunted house before that ghost woman came back. Phantom's headache had subsided thankfully, but he still felt a tiny piece of himself missing.

They reached the main floor, and Fenton made a mad dash for the door. He tried to slide it open, but it wouldn't budge. Another wave of fear swept over him, "The door's stuck!"

Phantom walked toward the door and tried to open it himself, "That thing locked us in here," he grit his teeth.

The raven-haired teen looked around frantically, "What're we gonna do? What're we gonna do? What're we gonna do?"

"Hey!" Phantom tried to get his attention, "Calm down, I can't have you falling to pieces on me."

"Why?" they heard a voice behind them.

They spun around to see the ghost woman on the other side of the room, staring at a wall to their left. Fenton squeaked again and jumped back. With his well tuned reflexes, Phantom grabbed the camera around his neck and flashed a picture at the specter. She acted as if she didn't even feel it, and disappeared into vapor. The ghost boy glared down at his camera, studying it for a moment.

"I think she was too far away to get a good shot," he said to himself, before walking forward.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Fenton asked loudly.

"I'm gonna go find it," Phantom said over his shoulder as he kept walking.

"What?! Why would you wanna do that?" Fenton gripped the hem of his shirt again.

"I think if we kill it, the door will open," Phantom held his camera ready, just in case she popped up again, "I'm pretty sure she's holding the door closed."

The other teen whimpered before following his friend, fiddling with his fingers nervously. Phantom looked around with the camera up to his eye, trying to see if he could see through the viewfinder for a better shot, but there wasn't anything there. He slowly made a sweep across the room, trying to see if he could spot her somewhere.

"Where'd she go?" he lowered the camera from his face.

There was the pair of sliding doors directly in front of them, but which one to open? Phantom used the age-old method to decide, "Eeny, meeny, minny, mo," and pointed toward the right door.

He reached toward it to open it;, and thankfully it was unlocked. It slid open quite easily; he shined his flashlight to either side to make sure everything was clear. No ghost, but plenty of scattered objects to look through. Cautiously, he stepped through the door.

"Wait!" Fenton protested once more, "You're not actually going in there, are you?"

"There might be some kind of clue in here," Phantom said, keeping his focus toward the room, "I wanna make sure to search this whole house to see we can find anything that might help."

Fenton continued to grip the hem of his shirt; hesitant as to whether to follow his friend or stay out here, neither of which sounded particularly enticing. But he decided to follow Phantom; like he said, they had to stick together.

It looked like just any old plain room, a bench to the left with shelves above it, a desk to the right, with a closet on the opposite wall; the room was divided by a net.

"You check behind there," Phantom motioned toward the desk, "I'll check over here."

The raven-haired teen wanted to protest again, but instead did as he was instructed. He brushed passed the net, pulling cobwebs from the wall, and tiptoed toward the desk as if it was poisonous. Phantom bent on the ground, shining his flashlight under the bench; nothing but dust and broken wood. He then checked the shelves, shuffling through some empty cans and a wooden box.

Fenton slowly opened the drawers, feeling around for anything that might be invisible, nothing there either. He then cautiously approached the closet door, trying to pull it open. It was jammed but after a couple tries it squeaked open. He flashed his light around it and noticed something on the floor.

"Phantom," he spoke softly, "come here, I think I found something."

Phantom instantly stopped what he was doing and made his way passed the net and stood next to Fenton, "What is it? What did you find?"

The other teen reached a trembling hand down and picked up an old sheet of paper; it looked like something from a diary, with a key attached to it. There was writing on the page, which he read aloud.

"Someone! Anyone! Whoever sees this, look for me. I'm trapped in this village. HELP ME!"

They both stared at it in silence before Fenton spoke again, "W-what do you think that means?"

Phantom scratched his chin, "I dunno, maybe—"

"I've been looking for you," came a voice behind them.

They both jumped and turned around, just in time to see the ghost woman exiting the room behind them. Phantom tried to flash his camera again, but she disappeared through the door. He growled angrily, grabbed the paper and key and jammed them into his pocket, and pushed roughly passed the net and out the door to pursue her. Fenton squeaked again and followed closely behind his counterpart.

The silver-haired teen looked around the main room, but couldn't see any sign of her. He stood in the center, shining the flashlight in every direction.

"Why did you leave?" as her silhouette appeared briefly, climbing up the staircase.

"Oh, you're a tricky one, aren't you?" Phantom laughed to himself as he started for the staircase after her.

Fenton gasped, "Wait! That key might be to the front door!" and chased after Phantom.

The ghost teen ignored him and ran quickly up the stairs and looked around the corner in time to see her standing outside a door. "Where is he?" she asked herself. He raised his camera and took a picture, but she was still too far away and disappeared.

"Damnit!" he growled again.

Fenton ran up and hit Phantom's back with a thud. He grabbed his friend's arm, "What are you doing?! That key might—"

Phantom shrugged him off as he continued to follow the woman's trail and stood in front of the door. He tried to open it, but it was locked. Stuffing his hand roughly into he pocket, he retrieved the key and inserted it into the lock; it snapped open.

He turned to Fenton, "Key to the front door huh?" he smirked.

"Well, I guess," Fenton felt a bit embarrassed, "but still! That might—"

"I still think she's the one holding the door closed," Phantom said quickly, "and if we destroy her, the door will open."

He then hesitated, suddenly scared about what lay behind the door, then pushed it open slowly and took a step forward. It looked like another guest room; the bed neatly made with an old torn blanket, a wooden dresser rotting against one side of the wall, trinkets scattered across the floor. To the left was a wide, spacious walk-in closet, which could've been another room by itself. Wooden boxes piled in the far corner, a tattered curtain draped to one side.

Phantom looked frantically around, "Where'd she go?" and growled in frustration, "I almost had her."

Fenton shuddered as he walked behind him, then noticed something on the floor, "Phantom, look over there."

The ghost teen shined the light at a spot near the center of  the closet. Lying on the floor were several more torn sheets of paper, hard to distinguish from years of lying undisturbed. Phantom knelt down and picked them up; they were written in feminine penmanship. He reached back into his pocket, he pulled out the wrinkled paper they'd found before and shifted through all the pages, trying to match them up.

Phantom read silently over the pages, then summarized to Fenton as he continued to study them, "It looks like a woman's diary … she came into this house … looking for her boyfriend … but I can't make some of this out," scribbled frenzied writing throughout the rest, as if she'd written the last passages in a hurry.

Fenton shivered and looked around the room again, as if looking for any other clues. He turned his flashlight back to Phantom and gasped loudly.

The ghost boy looked over his shoulder, "What? What's wrong?"

Fenton just stared in horror, backing away slowly. Everything suddenly went completely silent. It was then Phantom heard someone whisper into his ear.

"Why?"

He inhaled sharply and slowly turned his head to look over his other shoulder. Staring back at him, was the face of the ghost woman they'd been following, mere inches away from his face, a single eye showing from under her hair.

Phantom gasped and backed away on his hands and feet. The woman gradually rose to a standing position and repeated, "Why?"

He jumped up and readied his camera, but she disappeared. They knew she was still in the room, but couldn't see her. They could still hear her moaning sadly to herself, but couldn't tell what direction it was coming from. Fenton covered his eyes with his hands, as if thinking that would somehow protect him from the ghost. Phantom looked around the room, his camera ready for any moment. He saw her faintly behind Fenton, reaching for him. With another gasp, he snapped a picture just as she touched the raven-haired teen.

Fenton cried out in fear and scrambled away as she moaned again, small blue orbs vanished into the camera and she turned invisible again.

"Watch out with that thing!" Fenton shouted in fear, "It might hurt me too!"

"It only does that to ghosts, you idiot!" Phantom spat back at him, "Next time I won't try to save your life!"

Before either could say anything else, the woman reappeared, only feet away from Phantom, glaring angrily at him before floating forward. "I missed you." He snapped another picture, she gasped in the same manner and retreated into the wall. The teens decided to cease their arguing until they destroyed the ghost. She didn't reappear, but they could still hear her moans from somewhere.

Fenton flashed his light around the room before settling it on Phantom, "Behind you!" he pointed.

Phantom turned just in time before she could grab him, and flashed his camera one last time. With a bright flash she screamed in pain, then vaporized while once again repeating, "Why?"

Both boys panted heavily, shocked by what they just saw. This fortunately verified that these cameras were weapons against any ghosts they might encounter, though the thought terrified Fenton. They started to relax a bit, knowing that the ghost woman was gone.

Fenton jumped when he heard a static sound from one corner of the room. They shined their lights in unison in the direction of the sound and saw a radio, small enough fit in the palm of their hand. The static continued, the same kind as someone tuning it between different stations. It intrigued Fenton, and now that the ghost was gone, he wasn't quite so frightened of every single thing. Maybe it was another clue?

He stooped down to pick it up, turning the knobs on it to see if he could get a clearer sound. Through the static, he could barely hear one voice, and pressed his ear closer to the speaker, " … where did you go? … without you … I …" then the radio fell silent.

Fenton studied it in his hands, "I think it let's you hear their thoughts, or something," he placed it carefully in his pocket, "It might help us with—"

He turned around; Phantom was gone. His heart stopped and he looked frantically around the room, "Ph-phantom? Where are you?"

Downstairs came the sound of the front door sliding open. With another loud gasp, Fenton grabbed his light and dashed out of the room. He made it to the railing just in time to see his friend, standing in front of the now open door.

He looked slowly up at him, "I'm sorry … " his voice sounded overlain by a young girl's, a dazed look on his face, " … I have to go …" then turned away and stepped out the door.

Fenton's eyes widened, "Phantom! Wait!" but the door closed behind his friend.

He ran to the stairs, but tripped halfway down them, hitting his head hard. Everything started to spin as Fenton climbed to his feet. Somehow he managed to make it to the door and clumsily slid it open again, nearly falling against the frame. He looked up and down the street, and just barely caught a glimpse of Phantom disappearing around a corner, a glowing green butterfly fluttering behind him.

"Phantom!" he managed to shout as he tried to follow after him, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to catch up.

Fenton rounded the corner, grabbing the edge to keep his footing. He shook his head trying to clear it, just in time to see Phantom turn another corner down the road, following a glowing light. He ran after him, panting from fear and his exertion. Where was he going?

The teen turned the next corner; down was a long road, shallow steps in the center to level it off. High above it was a tall, straight-railed bridge, connecting two buildings. All the way at the end of the road, there was a giant wooden gate with a high wooden fence running along either side as if closing off something on the other side. Standing in front of the gates was Phantom, green butterflies beckoning him.

"Phantom stop!" the raven-haired teen shouted as he ran forward, almost tripping down the steps.

Phantom didn't seem to hear or acknowledge him; he placed both his palms against the wood and slowly pushed the heavy doors open and walked through. Fenton reached a hand toward him, but the gate closed. A splinter from the wood caught one of the ghost teen's cuffs and tore it off. Fenton ran face first into the door from the momentum with a loud echoing sound. He groaned loudly in pain, rubbing his face with his palm. After shaking his head, looked back up at the tall gate.

"Phantom! Open the door!" he pounded his fists against it, pushing hard to try to open it. "Damn it Phantom!! Open the damn door!!" he roared angrily and kicked at it with his foot trying everything he could.

Finally, Fenton exhausted himself and slumped against the door, panting heavily. He rested his forehead against the gate, his eyes pinched shut, "You can't leave me here alone," he whispered, fighting back tears, and slid to the ground on his knees.

He opened his eyes and saw something reflecting on the ground; it was Phantom's beaded cuff. Carefully, he picked up the article, holding it in his hand as if it was a precious relic. One of the strings had popped and a few beads fell off. Absent-mindedly, Fenton strung the beads back on and tied a knot to secure them, and stared at it a while longer.

From his pocket came the static sound again from the radio he forgot he had. The raven-haired teen was about to ignore it, when he heard Phantom's voice coming from it. He gasped, jerked it out of his pocket and pressed it to his ear.

" … why … butterflies … its calling … they're calling me … no …  it's not us …" then silence.

He held it in his shaking hands; what did that mean? Where is he going? 'Butterflies calling me'? It didn't make any sense; but then again, what in this world did make sense? Fenton sighed heavily and placed the radio and cuff into one of his pockets, standing up slowly. The air felt heavy and suffocating.

"There they are," voices rasped behind him.

Fenton stiffened, spun around and shined his light in the direction the voices came from, then covered his mouth at what he saw. Three ghostly men in tattered clothing were approaching him slowly, a torch in one hand and a sickle in the other, stalking gradually toward him.

"Don't let them escape," one of them moaned.
~~ NOT PITCH PEARL!! ~~

Dun dun duuuuuunnnnnn :icongwahplz: Chapter 3 is up! That was fast, lol. My next update will be a bit slower though, I've got a lot going on this week.

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oh my god this is amazing :D