Renee's POV
He's smiling, "Hey, how are you?" He moved a bit closer to me, showing interest.
"Good just digging." I wish he'll just dig into me already. He's smiling like he can read my mind. I better be dreaming cause he's older than me.
Maybe he's in his twenties, I like what I see anytime I see it. "So what do you do when you're not digging?"
"I'm not a mortuary attendant but I'm a foreign exchange trader." That's expensive to my taste. I like it but will I try it? Yes.
"Then why do you do this?" I asked.
"Because I feel like, also Peter's worked in the military a little. I notice you looking at us a lot." Damn! He caught me! Fuck!
"What about you?" He asked.
"I'm just a student, in college I guess. I'm waiting for my admission letter." He smiled after I gave my response.
"Nice, I never went to college so I had to work extra. I just ran through a couple of courses."
"I can see that, your body revealed it."
His eyes go to me, and I feel the heat. "You like what you see don't you?"
"If you're willing to like mine back." He said. He's a really good flirt.
He pulled out two bodies right before me, "Well why do you think I'm here?"
My words can't pass my throat. "Well, I never knew."
Peter showed up. "Are you done?" He asked.
"Almost, I just got two families back there. You?"
"Well a whole family of five there."
"Alright I'll be off to put them in the caskets." Peter's cute too. I don't even know which to pick. They place the bodies in the caskets, they drive off with them a few minutes later while we fill the holes with sand. We just need to stay cautious, in case dad shows up. The stench just went through the air.
Time for a bath!
"Cam, can I ask you something?" Cam stared at me like I just asked for the wrong thing.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Remember the story Morgan spoke of, right?" Cam nods.
"Well, are you sure all fifteen families besides hers are here?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Why?"
"Well last week, I had a dream about them. They're not fifteen here, just the ones we dug up. The remaining are with the cult."
Cam stopped moving, and with glaring yet calm eyes he stared at me. "What do you mean by the cult? We're not supposed to talk about them at all."
"I'm just saying, even if we're done here. It doesn't end just like that until the killer's gone then we are free." He exhaled with frustration.
"I need to tell Anna this, I'm frustrated with myself."
Soon enough Anna stepped out of the shower with new clothes.
"You guys get to the shower quick, Morgan's uncle just called and said he saw mum on her way to the house!"
Not again, I'm too tired to rush things at this point. The door shut itself, the wind blew again, this time it's not her. Just nobody, the three stare at each other with caution. No writings, no screams, just door slams and wind. Dead haunting wind.
"Let's go fast, we need to take a bath before mum gets here."
Anna shut the door, "I'll distract her if she walks in, hurry!"
Cam already ran before me, I'm just wondering. Why us still? I can hear mom's car blow the horn, I just poured water on my body. I hear Cam open his door and shut it. That boy is just lightning, isn't he?
I turn my shower on, and all I see is plain water. Thank God, why the stench? I feel like one of the ghosts just walked past me. Now it's so strong in the bathroom. I'm guessing one of them walked in, I feel like I'm choking at the throat area.
This comes with the strong heat I felt when we opened the well. The tragic heat of death. I just need to act all cool before something flips me over, I'm not taking any chances. I just took the towel, and I walk out of the bathroom. I don't know what's next for me but I know it's not good.
If I must say, one thing I've noticed is me playing dumb and the ghost playing dumb too. I guess they're angered by words or acknowledgement. The heat leaves the bathroom and meets me in the room. I can feel it but I just need to play dumb again. It's holding me. I can't feel two hands, I can feel eight hands all over my back. It's a slow rubbing feeling.
Why me?!
I just walk away from it, and with my clothes on I walk out of the room.
These ghosts are perverts! Note that down!
Anna's POV
I can see Renee walking fast, I'm sure she saw something she didn't like at all. I'll try to talk to her. Although the heat left the house already, it was the same as the smell. "Hey Renee, mom's in the kitchen. She's been asking of you."
"Did she notice anything at all? Any stench?" She whispered.
"No, she came in too late for that."
Renee nods and walks off to see mom. "Hey mom, how are you? Heard you've been asking me." I already followed her to spy on them.
Mom already turned to her, I think it's better I walk into the convo. They look peaceful but Cam doesn't. Keep in mind, dad's been distant these days. I don't think it's because of the body uprooting.
"Anna, did you take out the trash in the morning? The one at the back that is?" Shoot! I forgot about that!
Mom's staring at me as if she knew already, "Coming mom, I'll be right back." Of course!
She thinks the bad stench came from the back, she really can't place it. She's suspecting nothing at all. I'm already outside, the dirt looks like a house behind ours. Anyway, down to the work. I forgot to take the trash nylons from the front. Thankfully Cam already brought them back, I can see them already.
I back up the first back with my already covered gloved-up hands. That's easy for me, wait why is it having the same smell? I took out the second and the stench just got worse, this means only two things. One, either there's a dead body or a family here or it's not overly spoiled food left here.