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Chapter 3:

Catherine's POV:

Tears form in my eyes, as I try to force myself to calm down.

What if it actually happens? I've never been so scared in my life.

I start hyperventilating as I stare at my closet, waiting to see if anything will happen.

"It's just a coincidence." I tell myself out loud as I lay back down and stare at the ceiling.

I close my eyes until I hear my wood creaking. My eyes snap open, and I bolt up into a sitting position.

I see a boy. The same boy in my nightmare.

I let out a whimper as he crawls out of my closet with blood dripping from his eyes.

I feel nauseous as he gets closer to the edge of my bed.

I open my mouth to scream for my dad, until he lunges on me.

I let out a shriek of terror as he places his cold hand on my mouth.

He cackles, "You scared, Princess?"

I couldn't help but notice his voice sounds demonic, just not human.

He slowly takes his hand off my mouth, "If you scream, I'll kill you and your whole family."

I throw my back against the wall as he sits at the end of my bed.

I'm scared to death, and there was no way I could hide it.

Then the carvings in the treehouse come to my mind.

When I find my voice, I ask, "A-Are you H.S?"

He chuckles, "That I am."

"What does it stand for?"

"Harry Styles."

Harry Styles.

"A-Are you dead?" I stutter.

He smirks, "I am."

"That's not possible!" I shake my head, "I'm either still dreaming or fucking crazy."

"Anything is possible, princess."

"I'm not a princess!" I snap.

He smirks and I ask, "Can I ask you some things?"

"No."

"Who's K.J?"

His breathing turns rapid as he yells, "Don't you ever fucking mention her again!"

I nod, gulping.

"W-Were you the one from earlier? The one who..."

"Yes."

"What happened to you? How did you die?"

"You're very nosy." He points out, angrily.

"That's my specialty."

He stares at me for a long time, "Do you really want to know?"

I nod, "Yes, I do."

"Go to bed and I'll show you." He gestures to my bed.

Should I trust him? What am I thinking? Of course I shouldn't!

"How do I know you won't kill me?" I ask.

"Darling, if I wanted you dead, you would've been a long time ago."

I take a deep breath as I lay down, and close my eyes.

*DREAM*

The first thing I see is a boy crying.

"Why? Why me? Why her?" He asks himself.

I can't help but immediately feel sympathy for him.

Then a noise is made in front of where he sits.

He looks up to see a tall man standing in front of him.

"Jasper?" He asks.

My eyes avert to behind him and see another man standing there with a bag in his hand.

I know immediately where this is going.

Looking in the corner of the room I see a girl standing there, smirking.

"No, don't!"

I hear a cackle from behind me, "She can't hear you."

I close my eyes and hear his voice again, "Keep watching."

I open my eyes and watch the scene play out in front of me.

The man behind him throws the bag over his head.

I feel pity run through my veins as the boy squirms under the bag, trying to get out. Trying to breath.

I feel a tear glide down my cheek, "You didn't deserve this."

"I don't need your fucking pity!"

I flinch at his words, as the boy stops squirming.

Then the girl walks out, "Good boys, now dispose of the body. Make sure no one finds it."

"Yes, Kendall."

*END OF DREAM*

I wake up, sweat covered all on my body.

Was all last night a dream? Did I really see a ghost?

I shake my head and get up, this is all too much to think about.

But his name keeps running through my mind.

And I know what I need to do.

Telling my parents first, I grab my bike and bike all the way down to the local library.

I park my bike, and walk into the library and up to the counter where a lady sits.

"Hello." She kindly smiles.

"Hi, I was wondering if you have any books, or newspapers about uhm...Harry Styles?"

She flinches at the name, "Harry Styles?"

I nod.

"Uh, yes. Follow me." She orders, walking out from behind the desk and walking in front of me.

She leads me to the back where stacks of newspapers are.

"No one ever asks about Harry Styles anymore. Poor, kid. He went missing, never was found. Some say he was killed, and some say he just disappeared."

I nod, "Thanks so much. And uh, anything on Kendall...um...Kendall..."

"Kendall Jenner. She's my aunt, you know."

My eyes widen a bit, "Oh."

"Yes, we have stuff on her. But people even say SHE was the one who killed Harry. Crazy, right? She wasn't a favorite of the family. My mother hates her.

I frown at that, "Why?"

"I don't know. But anyway, why do you want to learn about them so much?" She asks.

"Just a head start for school, I guess."

"I see. Okay, here are all the newspapers on Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner." She says, handing me a stack of them.

"Thank you so much! Do I have to have a library card to check these out?"

"Usually yes, but you're new here, so I'll let it slide."

"Means a lot, thanks!"

I run out of the library and put newspapers in my bag, and hop on my bike, and start riding home.

When I get home my step mom asks, "Find anything?"

"Yeah. Some things, I guess."

She nods as I run up the stairs to my room.

I open my door and hop on my bed, emptying the newspapers onto my bed.

I search the newspapers and decide on one about Harry.

Harry Styles, murdered?

Harry Styles, local boy, has just gone missing. Question is, murder, or just disappearance? We may never know, because his body has never been found. We hope to find out soon.

R.I.P Harry Edward Styles.

When I finish it, I grab for one about Kendall.

Kendall Jenner: Did she murder Harry Styles?

Kendall Jenner is a very well known girl in this town. She is questioned by police to see if she has seen Harry since he went missing. Apparently, she had a secret affair with Harry's best friend, Jasper. People think, that maybe Harry found out. And Kendall didn't want her secret to get out. Others say, he just disappeared. Who knows? Kendall Jenner is still alive today, at the age of, 30, with two children, but they died of an unknown source. She is happily married to Jasper. They still live here, in a cabin in the woods.

I sigh as I look up her name and address on my laptop.

My eyes look up and I gasp as I see writing on my mirror.

"I'm not your imagination..."

"Dad!" I scream.

He comes running up stairs, "What's wrong, Catherine?"

I point at the mirror, "I-I..."

"Honey! What did you do?"

"I did nothing! It was just..there!"

He raises an eyebrow, "Just clean it off."

I nod as he walks out.

"Harry?" I whisper.

No answer.

Was he the one who wrote that? Or am I crazy and wrote that myself?

I sigh and get back to Kendall Jenner.

I need to talk to her, about Harry.

I look at my open laptop, and check the searches that came up.

I click on the first one, and read.

1936 N. Avenue Road.

I sigh in relief as I realize how easy that was.

I can go talk to her and Jasper.

Licking my lips, I put my laptop back and get into pajamas.

Will she be mad if I bring up his name?

Who knows?

Only tomorrow will tell.
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There's chapter 3! I hope you enjoy! I'll update soon!

What will Kendall say?

Did SHE really kill Harry? Or is he messing with her? Only time will tell.

Bye!