Page 4 of Haunting Phantom
“Hey, you know what? Drac just ran into a girl from our high school a few months back. She’s supposedly a medium; those are the people who talk to ghosts. Apparently, Eddie’s dad had a message for him from beyond the grave, and she used Drac’s wife to get in touch with him. Maybe I can have Drac track her down and get her to swing by? I kinda knew her in high school but not as well as Drac and Krampus.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting some psycho ghost talker come in here with my man. Voorhees, you’ve lost your ever-loving mind.”The glass bottle shatters against the wall; shards of green litter the ground in pure mosaic bliss. His carpet was already stained from years of lazy behavior, but it’s getting worser every day. All thanks to me. I think he likes the glass puzzles I leave for him to clean up.
“Come on, Eve. We all know it’s time for you to go,” Voorhees shouts toward the ceiling, his eyes wide and a bit frantic as he searches the room for me.
“Hell no, we won’t go! Hell no, we won’t go!”I chant, throwing another bottle at his head. This time, a glorious piece of brown glass slices through his cheek, leaving a beautiful red gash just below his eyeball.
The dude was looking right at me and still didn’t see me throw it.
He swipes at his face and grimaces when he sees the blood. “Yeah, I’m having Drac call Autumn as soon as possible. This shit’s crazy.”
“Now do you believe me?” Phantom grumbles from the bed, his eyes swiveling around the room as if he’s looking for me. “I never know when she’ll strike next. I’m exhausted, Voorhees. I can’t even fuck without my psycho ex ghost-blocking me from beyond the grave before I can even get my dick wet.”
“I’m right here, baby. Don’t worry, I’m the only girl you’ll ever need.”I reach out to hold him, but my arms go straight through him, giving him nothing more than a brush of cold wind over his skin.Touching him like that is off limits. Sure, he can feel my touch sometimes when I really concentrate, but I can’t hold him or satisfy him like I used to. What I wouldn’t give to be a fucking succubus right now. Those bitches get all the dick.
“I got you, Phantom. Just give me a few days to track Autumn down, then I’ll send her your way. Hopefully, she can get rid of Peggy Poltergeist once and for all.”
You know, I’m beginning to hate this Peggy Poltergeist reference. It makes me sound like a horrible person, when all I’m guilty of is protecting my man from dick-chasing Annies, and skanks who can’t take a hint when it’s literally thrown at their heads.
“I hope so, Voorhees. I honestly don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’ve thought about biting bullets more than I’d like to admit lately.”
My heart sinks. If he takes his life, would I even exist anymore? He’s my whole reason for sticking around. If I lose Blake, will I fade into nothing? Would I wander around aimlessly like the other fuckers that hang around here? No, I can’t let that happen.
Phantom has to live.
If he doesn’t…
God, I don’t even want to think about it.
He just has to live; that’s all.
Both of our lives… or what’s left of them, depends on it.
Chapter Three
If there’s one thing I hate the most about being tied to Phantom, it’s the fact that I can’t leave the room unless he does. It’s the downside of being tethered to him like I am. But thankfully, he decides to leave his room today and meander into the bar, which gives me more legroom to flit about and seek out the others. They’re the lucky ones. Their unfinished business is that they pledged their lives to the club; therefore, they’ll never leave, not as long as the Elm Street Riders still take to the streets. That gives them free rein to explore everything on club grounds without snapping backwards like a rubber band every time a person decides to walk out of the room.
My hatred of the lowly rubber band has grown exponentially over the past few months.
Phantom saunters into the room and plops down at a table with Krampus and Pinhead, gratefully taking the beer that Pinhead scoots his way. The man drinks more now than he ever did in the past.
“You look like shit,” Pinhead observes, smirking just a tad as his lips meet the tip of the bottle and he downs half of it. “Eve kept you up again last night?” He waggles his eyebrowsmoronically, knowing damn well nothing good happened between us last night. He passed out on one side of the bed; I stared up at the ceiling on the other. Unfortunately, ghosts don’t sleep. No matter how many times I close my eyes and try, it just doesn’t happen.
“You two were there. You saw what happened. Do you think a man can sleep after something like that?”
Krampus chuckles. The man never chuckles. At least not while I was alive.Maybe he’s broken today?“Must suck to be cock-blocked by a ghost.”
Phantom sighs. “I’m just exhausted, Krampus. I already live with the guilt of losing her the way I did, so why does she have to keep fucking with me like this?”
“You must’ve given her some good cock,” Pinhead offers. “No bitch would stick around this long if you sucked in bed.”
“The man fucks like a supervillain in the bedroom, Pinny. You should take notes. Last time you took your girl for a spin, she had to finish herself off.”My eyes flutter in Phantom’s direction, remembering our first glorious night together. It’s something I’ll never forget.
A familiar face glowers in our direction from the other side of the room, encased by shadows like always. His one good eye pierces me with a stern glare, one that has me rolling my eyes.
“Got something to say, One-Eyed Grampy?”
He crooks a bended finger my way, motioning for me to join him.
