As I walked down the pitch-black walls I can still hear it.

Drip.

Drop.

But I can't see anything spilling, only hear. It never stops it keeps repeating forever in my head. What did I do? Why? I should have just kept it in, now I'm alone again. She was my friend, now she's just a lifeless body.

Sirens.

I have to hide but for what. They can't see me anyway, I'm just like my other friends. Lifeless without a body, just a spirit trapped in a house.

Now her parents will miss her, but she'll be fine with me. I'll hate to see her parents faces when they find her lifeless in her bed. I promised myself I wouldn't do it again, take something that isn't mine. To trap another soul.

All my friends just leave me after. But that doesn't matter now. I hope she won't do it too, because she promised she'll be mine forever. She's the very last one I'll take, I promise.

I just needed one more. One more friend.