The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

“Whatever was in that house was evil. I didn’t believe him
at first, but he started coming into school with weird scratches on
him and was so scared. And I think the demon might have attached
itself to Tucker.”
His words were a twister that tore up the entire room and
wrenched all my limbs apart. I opened my mouth, but my tongue
couldn’t form words. It took me several tries before I finally went,
with the utmost coherence, “What?”
My brother glanced down at the phone that was lying on the
coffee table, its silence reminding us of the absence of Trouble in
the house. They said they’d call when they had news.
“He burned his own hand. He hit our dog with his car. I’m
guessing you’ve noticed some other things wrong with him, too.” I
thought of the lack of his necklace. The going outside when I
smudged his apartment. The scratches and bruises. The smoking and
the arrogance. The way he’d hurt me. My heart twisted into a knot.
“Shit.” I slammed my fist into the couch.
“I’m not saying it’s definite. But I’m saying it’s worth
looking into.” Gunner chewed nervously on his lip. “And you should
probably not be around him alone.”
“You think he’s possessed?” I asked, my voice sounding
very small.
“Possibly. I don’t know. Every case is different. But he’s
showing some signs that can’t be written off as just coincidence after
what happened at the Johanssons’.”
I pressed my nose against my knees. God. How was I
supposed to react to this? I’d always been so afraid of something
like this happening to me. Now it had happened to the person who’d
been reassuring me all along that I’d be fine. My mentor. My guide.
My Tucker.
“Hey, Chelsea, it’s okay.” Gunner reached out to awkwardly
pat my hand. “I wanted to tell you so we could get him some help.
You can tell the people in charge of your group. They should know
what to do to help him.”
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