For just a minute, he let himself drown in the blurred memories that followed. As he took a drink, he could see her nod out of the side of his eyes.Īs the familiar flavor of the Shemp’s hit his tongue, his eyes slipped closed. He stared at it a long moment before bracing it against the wrist of his gauntlet and flicking up the tab single-handed. “Hey, thanks, kid.” Ash took the can in his flesh hand. She smiled, offering out the Shemp’s to him. Silently, she sat down before giving a small performative sigh. She waited a moment as Ash scooted over on the long ottoman to make room for her.
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Why the hell not? It’s a free country.”Īnnie chuckled but it was quiet and tired. Expression softening as he saw Annie standing beside him. “Ash?” The voice was soft, soothing, as it pulled him from his self-hatred. Clenching just a bit too hard, a bit too angry, around the poker. The startling sound had been his own fucking hand.
Frustration dragged his head down as he shook it. His eyes drifted down to the fire poker in his gauntlet. He jerked his head back to look behind him only to stop. And Cheryl had paid for his cowardice.Ī horrid scraping, grinding metallic sound shrieked softly through the living room. Always letting Scotty push him around and bully him. He should have fought Scotty harder to turn off that recording! He had been weak, and he knew it. Never doubt what he felt.īut he betrayed her. She would always wake, always welcome him. Slipping into Cheryl’s bed had always been his instinct. Rather than run to Brock or their mother, he’d turn and tiptoe to the end of the hall. When the bad dreams about a body not his own tormenting him would settle into Ash’s mind and he’d wake up sobbing in his blue nightgown. The youngest Ash’s arms protectively tight around her as the two slumbered. He knew that she was curled up into as small a ball as possible. He had heard it so often in their childhood.īut she was okay.
A little noise of distress from his sister’s lips that spoke of bad dreams. A mumble could be heard from the couch beside him. Enough to help each other out if there was an attack. Gazing deep into the flickering blaze of the fire that heated the house.
The second-eldest Ash sat on an ottoman before the fireplace in the living room. Each one haunted and frightened but standing firm. The Ghostbeaters and Ash’s many companions from years past were gathered. The Michigan natives flocking to the surrounding states. With the Dark Ones making their presence known, mass evacuations had begun. The group had decided to hunker down in one of the many abandoned homes in the area near Misery Manor.
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