Chapter Two

A week later, Lana found herself hearing voices. One voice, but what it was saying couldn't have been a human language. Lots of Gibberish, as Lana would say. But one day, near the end of that week, she could've sworn she heard it say:
"Get out!" It was said by an alluring, attractive voice of a boy of about seventeen years, like Lana. She so wanted to hear that voice again, so she stayed in that room for as long as she could. She got bored after a couple of hours, and insanity was the only thing in that room that wasn't her. She went to her desk and got out a pad and a pen. She put them on the floor and got a pencil, and started to sketch, scratching detailed pictures into the page.
Suddenly, the pen moved infinitesimally. Lana's eyes widened as the blue Biro moved toward the page that she was drawing on. It started to scrawl angry looking words on there.

GET OUT!!!!! it said. This freaked Lana out, but she didn't scream or do anything that normal people would. She grabbed the pen out of mid air, feeling something trying to keep it there. Eventually, she yanked it away, and started to write.
Who are you? she wrote in an elegant script. She waited for a few minutes before seeing the pen hover above the pad for a nano-second. It fell on the pad, and started writing a paragraph.
MY NAME'S AMOUR. IT'S SPANISH FOR LOVE. I DIED IN THIS ROOM, AND YOU'RE DISTURBING ME! LEAVE!
Why should I leave? You're dead-- you can't do anything. Besides. You wouldn't hurt me...Would you? Lana wrote. The pen flew from her hand, and hovered over the pad again. But this time it stayed there, and after a minute, the pen shook, and broke, as if something had crushed it.
"No." Said the perfect voice. Lana gasped. 

The End

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