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Could he be blamed for being defensive. Though in his opinion, even if this wasn't legally his home, she was breaking and entering, and since she wouldn't leave it was trespassing. She refused to leave. When she said he shouldn't be here. Excuse me? He had been here longer then anyone else had. He knew this place better then anyone, and most people knew better then to walk in on a creepy old house unless they were merely to ignorant to have some common sense. His eyes stayed locked on her as she stood up, and left the room. He sighed quietly under his breathe. "Suit yourself, but the longer you stay here, the more you'll see how I hurt" he warned under his breathe. Sometimes certain people could get glimpses of the Mad World when they were around him, as if it were a sickly disease that went and gone in a flash. He folded his pocket knife and clipped it to his jeans, before he went to watch and see what in earth she was going to do while she was downstairs. More precisely, what she was going to clean.

The dark feeling she was getting from the boy was slowly oozing away as she absorbed herself in her work. She actually really liked to clean, it calmed her. Somewhere in the back of her mind though, she still had a gnawing feeling about the boy…yet she couldn’t place it. Oh well, what did it matter? All she needed to do was get through the night and then make her way on back home. It was nice enough for her to be helping him clean this place up! At least then it would be more livable for him. Maybe he’d let her in more as the night went by, though she highly doubted it. All she cared at this moment was that he wouldn’t jump her; petrified by whatever he thought she was trying to do.
By this time, she had finally finished sweeping up the downstairs, and you could finally see the finished floorboards. While they had been worn through the years, they looked pretty sturdy and in their prime she knew they would have looked good. As she swept her mess outside she heard his footsteps fall down the stairs. “So what have you been eating all this time? Or have you?” She asked him, eyes on her work.

The boy never meant to drag people into his little nightmare world, it just usually happened all on its own. This being one of the reasons he left and found this place of course. Despite the fact some may say all this boy needed was some compassion and care, he doubted that was the case. He watched as she swept and swept the floor, making it look clean like. Which of course was a first seeing he had never cleaned this place, no, not once.

Upon hearing her question he responded with "just because I live away from the public, doesn't mean I don't go into the public" he said. Just because he tried to avoid people, didn't mean he wouldn't go to town or something to get food. If she bothered to open the fridge, she would find out it was probably one of the few clean places in this dump. "-Or I go with natures way of getting food" he said, berries, fruit, meat, ETC.

"Really? I can't believe you can find your way to and from this place. You must have been coming here for awhile" by now, she was at the sink, rolling her sleeves up and starting on the dishes. By what she saw in the sink, it looked like he ate well.

"5 years" he said plainly. He had been here 7 years. Meaning he must've been 6 when he journeyed out here, and decided to never go back. It was rather pathetic, saddening, depressing. The thought of a boy seeming so alone ever since the age of 6.

Rather or not he ate well, depended. He had been here this long. Only appearance could really tell, unless he had a high metabolism or something.

By now, the dishes were almost done. "That's such a long time! Do you like it out here? Or just deal with it?" She turned and have him a small smile. He still looked wary, but at least he didn't look like he was going to kill her anymore. She could defiantly take that.

"Just deal with it.." He said quietly. That's all he really could do. It didn't seem like a situation or place anyone would like based on the state and condition of the house. I kinda represented how he felt about it. Terrible.

He boys eyes held that of true fear, he feared something, by only he knew what. If she listened closely, it would sound like there was somebody upstairs. Yet nobody else was here.

She finally placed the last dish on one of he only clean towels left. "Have you ever thought of leaving?" She asked him, smiling. In the silence that followed she heard a noise, as if someone was upstairs. She raised an eyebrow at him and looked up "are there more of you hiding in here?" She asked.

"Not really" he said. He could move all he wanted, but it wouldn't change a damn thing. He looked at her and lightly shook his head. As if the noises upstairs were normal. Unheard by him, even if they were heard more vividly by him. They were the only ones here. Nobody else. Despite that, their was he sound of a little girl giggling.

She cocked her head to one side "You don't have to lie to me... So you're telling me that if I go upstairs I won't find anyone?" She asked him, drying her hands and looking up the stairs. She swore she heard the laughter of a little girl. Maybe it was his sister?

“I'm not lying” he said to her with an anonymous tone. He looked down, “Pretty much, yes. That is what im saying” he said. He was surprised she was hearing the voices so soon. Yet she wouldnt be able to see the ungodly sources. She would see nobody. A little girl giggled again, she was a girl who normally couldn't be seen by humans, though she was a friend of Aidens.

She gave him a questionable look. "So, exactly what was that noise then? A cat?" She chuckled to herself as she walked past him, standing now at the bottom of the stairs. "Well then, I'm just going to go look around, make sure no one else wants to introduce themselves." She told him as she started up the stairs. "Gheeze, is he running a home for run-aways?" She muttered under her breath as she reached the top of the stairs. The hallway was deserted, so she chose to investigate each of the rooms. She was sure she had heard a girl..

Aiden crossed his arms, "suite yourself" he said to the girl as he watched as she walked ip the stairs. he chuckled softly once she was gone. seems his friend wanted to play a game, or was just mocking this new girl who was just randomly appearing. Nobody was around. It was devoid of life. Though if she listened the sound of somebody going downstairs, little feet on each step. The question was how had the person got past her unseen? Aiden looked over towards the stairs seeing a girl who looked no more then three, who only he could see for now.

Crystie throughly checked each room, but there was no one. Sighing, she exited the room that the boy had locked himself in. She must have ran when she caught wind of Crystie snooping around. After one more careful check she decided to head back down the stairs. "Well you're off the hook for now, I didn't see anyone up there." She caught the boys stare on the bottom step. "What are you staring at?" She asked him.

Aiden looked at Crystie hearing her question, then looked away. “I was just lost in thought” he lied. Once again the would hear the sound of footsteps on the floor. Aidens eyes followed something again, before he looked at Crystie quietly, then he looked down at the floor. “Silly Aiden..trusting such a girl,” said the little girls voice. It seemed like this place was haunted or something.

Crystie looked at him oddly, and tried to follow his gaze when it left hers. All she saw was the newly swpet floor. Was she going mad? She heard the footsteps much closer that time. Then, she heard the girl's voice once more, as if she was standing right in between them. She rasied her eyebrow further and starred at the boy, her heart beginning to race. "Did you hear that?" Her voice came out in a whisper.

Aiden kept his gaze down, and just sat still in the chair where he sat. “I always hear it” he said for once telling the truth, though it made him seem like he was insane, which to a certain extent he was. A little girl appearing merely three faintly appeared beside Aiden, her gaze locked on Crystie. The little girl wore a knee length dress with a white longsleeve shirt on under it, and small boots. She was holding a teddy bear with bunch of rips and tears in it, and it was missing a button eye.

(Sorry I haven't replied in forever! Been so busy moving Dx )

Now she was sure she had lost her mind. It seemed, that out of thin air, a little girl had appeared. People don't just appear though!! Taken aback, Crystie jolted back as if struck. She starred at the little girl and her gaze traveled down to the bear. It looked just like the one she had picked up earlier. What was she; a ghost?

Her eyes traveled back up to the little girl's stare, which was directed at her. She didn't look too menacing; she looked as if she were only three for hells sake! Choosing to believe she was in a dream or something, Crystie went along with the figment of her imagination.
"Where did you come from?" She asked the little girl. She meant for her voice to come out sweet and smooth, but her voice seemed to catch halfway through her sentence and became scratchy and frightened.

( it's okay)

The little faint girl didnt seem to bother Aiden in anyway. She wasnt one if the things they should be afraid of. The girl was nice. Sweet rather, despite everything else from Aidens world. Her bear was just like the one upstairs, but it was more ripped and everything. Her bear was from the mad world, while the one upstairs was plainly from reality. "The same place you came from" the girl said, her voice sounding so faint. She was once in reality, but the mad world killed her and she was stuck there, yet she had befriended Aiden and helped him manage. If somebody is killed by the Madworld, they can never enter heaven, nor hell.

Aiden knew this girl probably thought she was losing her marbles, but it couldn't be helped, yet odd enough, Aiden wasnt phased by her reaction, or the girl. He looked towards the girl, "this is AmyLee" he said before looking back at Crystie.

“AmyLee...Pleasure to meet you,” Crystie’s voice came out quiet. She couldn’t help but feel that this girl was forbidding. Turning her gaze toward Aiden she saw that he looked calm, as if it was a normal occurrence to see this apparatus. At least, that’s what Crystie told herself. There was no way a girl could appear out of thin air and look and sound the way she did.

“So do you…” Crystie seemed at a loss for words. Was she supposed to talk to the little girl, or try to ignore her? Should she question her? She felt so confused…

“Do you come here often?” She finished. Her gaze traveled back to the ratty beat in her arms.