1. Haunted Heart
by Misty

Part 3

She sucked in the air sharply.
"Ash?" she cried again.
The shadow in front of her took a step forward and as the candle light shone at it, Misty recognized who it was.
"Gary?!" she cried getting to her feet.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice full of disappointment.
"I came to check on you" he said taking a step forward.

Ash's death has probably touched me the most, but it had changed all of us forever. Gary hasn't been the slime ball he used to be, but he hadn't changed completely, and I still don't like him.
Ever since Ash's funeral he's been trying to make a move on me. It makes me wanna throw up. How can he be so heartless?

…Sometimes I wonder if he was the one who killed Ash…

"Gary, I'm fine. Go away"
"Misty-"
"Get out" she said coldly, holding the door open for him. Obeying he stepped out and before he could say anything else, Misty slammed the door in his face.
    She leaned against the door breathing heavily.

I was so sure it was Ash.
I was so sure.

She locked the door and walked slowly towards her living room, not bothering to clean up. Suddenly she felt cold air against her skin and shivered. 'I must've left a window open somewhere' she thought.
    Misty walked back out into the hallway, but all the windows were closed. 'I must be losing it' she thought sadly. Then her eyes fell on the book on the floor.
  Suddenly she was filled with anger toward the book for making her making her believe she could bring Ash back. Angrily, she grabbed it off the floor and with all her strength threw it against the wall.
    From the corner of her eye, she saw some kind of movement in the corner. She spun around and felt the cod air on her skin again. The last few candles blew out and she was surrounded by nothing but cold darkness.
    There. She saw it again. Something moving in the corner. She took a shaky step forward, trying to see what it was.
    As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she began to see more clearly. What she saw was more like silvery smoke than anything, and as she stared at it the smoke began to swirl. Terrified, Misty stared at it, unable to take her eyes away. Slowly the smoke began to take shape. She could see arms and legs, then a head. Clothes and hair. Finally the facial features began to show. Misty let out a strangled cry.