I woke up to my phone buzzing on my nightstand. I reached over to grab it and saw that I had 15 new messages from Peyton. I glanced at the top of my screen and saw that it was only 4:17 in the morning. I opened my phone and checked Peyton's texts, his first text was, "Hey, wake up." The other 14 were just him repeating "wake up" and "please" multiple times. As I unplugged my phone and sat up in bed, I responded with, "I'm awake, what do you need?"
No response. He hadn't seen it yet. I set my phone down on my pillow and decided to just go ahead and get dressed while waiting for his response. It was hard to decide what to wear because I knew that we were gonna be fighting a ghost that night. I didn't want to ruin something that I liked, but I like all my clothes. I ended up choosing a maroon top with jeans, and some white sneakers. I wore them often, so they were already dirty and worn out. I was pulling my hair up into a high ponytail when I heard my phone buzz. I tied my hair then checked my phone for Peyton's response.
"Come to the garden, I found something." The last part of that sentence really worried me. After what happened last night, that couldn't be a good thing.
I slid my phone into my back pocket and ran down the stairs. Camden was on the couch watching TV, "Where are you going?"
"I'm meeting Peyton in the garden," I don't even know why I bothered responding, he didn't actually care. Right after he asked he went right back to laughing at the TV. I ran out the door and hurried to the garden. I entered to find Peyton sitting on the bench just waiting. He looked up at me, and from the expression he had on his face, I could tell that what he found must have been very unsettling. I didn't really want to know, but I had to find out what it was, "What?"
He stood up and started walking. I followed behind him, but then he stopped and turned around. He looked at me, "I'm not quite sure what it is," he said, and I could tell from the sound of his voice, he was scared. He turned around and continued walking, leading us behind the shed. He stopped, looked at me, then looked back in front of him.
I was confused, I was in shock. It was terrifying. I looked at Peyton, "H-how," It had to be a joke. It couldn't be real, "How is that possible?"
Rather than answering me, he walked back to the front of the shed and opened the door. I ran after him. He hesitated, he started to walk in but then he stopped. He walked back over and sat down on the bench. I sat next to him and debated on whether or not I should say something. I decided to stay silent because I knew anything I said would probably come out as a squeak. I didn't think I could get words out after seeing what I saw.