Story number 4 features https://twitter.com/Garwd being messed with by some ghosts after visiting an abandonned school~
I had a lot of fun with this one

4. Psychic

“Ghosts aren’t real.” That’s what Gar told himself over and over, but it wasn’t helping to calm his nerves as much as he would have liked. He jumped a little at every shadow that appeared as he scanned the halls with his phone’s flashlight; the feline couldn’t shake the sensation that he was being watched from somewhere. But there was little proof that the abandoned school was ‘haunted’ beyond hearsay and rumours floating around the town; perhaps that was why he’d decided to take his friends up on the dare to investigate it alone. A dare… God. What was he, twelve years old? It didn’t matter; his pride wouldn’t allow him to back out now anyway. All he had to do was take a picture of himself in the teacher’s lounge and he could leave. First he just had to find the goddamn room. Admittedly, the place was still nicely decorated from whatever closing event had taken place before the school was abandoned; it gave Gar a small sense of comfort as he crept through the hallways like a shadow. That was when a faint voice giggled from behind him; “That’s it, keep going…” Gar whipped around like a sprung mousetrap, almost dropping his phone in shock. His searching light shivered across the hallway, hands shaking with fear as he scanned for the source of the laughter to no avail. He was still alone, as far as he could tell. Was his imagination playing tricks on him? Would anyone even believe him if he backed out of the dare now? No, he was going to do this; but moving his trembling legs was far more difficult now.

“You’re doing so well, just a little further…” whispered the voice again. It was difficult to place; Gar could hear it so clearly but it wasn’t like any normal sound. There was no direction that it came from, just the words in his head as clear as if they were his own thoughts. Gar circled around with his flashlight, still finding himself completely alone in the corridor. The only sound to be heard was his frantic breathing as panic and adrenaline surged through his body and he was on the verge of sprinting for the door. He felt a piercing shiver course down his spine cold enough to almost make him scream; but in that moment he felt control briefly slip from his body, as if he was about to fall over. Quickly, he caught his balance before hearing another word in his head even more clear than the others before it. “Quiet… the voice calmly echoed in Gar’s head. It was strangely comforting, so much so that Gar was able to slow his breathing down and think clearly for a moment. What was going on? “Listen…” said the voice. The feline’s train of thought derailed in an instant, drifting off into the aether as Gar’s mind remained silent, curiously listening for the voice again. He wasn’t afraid in that moment; it was a relief but confusing at the same time. “Walk…” echoed in Gar’s head. Clarity and purpose flashed through the cat’s mind suddenly; his body had already picked the direction as his muscles began marching him deeper into the shadow-clad corridors. He couldn’t understand in his own mind why he was doing this, why he suddenly felt compelled to venture deeper into the school; but there didn’t seem to be any stopping himself.

Gar didn’t even bother to illuminate the path in front of him, the fear was gone and he felt strangely at home within the school hallways now like he himself used to attend. Had he? It was so unclear all of a sudden, he was forgetting things he thought he knew like why he’d come snooping around in the first place tonight. The familiar giggling returned, bouncing off every wall in Gar’s mind and smothering his thoughts in that maddening titter. But it was still relieving; he didn’t need to think, he didn’t need to worry. He just had to trust that compulsion pulling him deeper into the depths of the school. “Stop…” commanded the voice. His voice? It didn’t matter. Gar looked up to notice he was standing in front of a large hanging portrait at a junction in the corridors. Shining his light up on the picture, he saw the imposing likeness of a raven sneering down at him. It wasn’t just the eyes following him, but the picture was glaring down at Gar’s very position with contempt; fierce blue eyes piercing his soul with their stare. In the back of his mind the feline felt as though he recognised the crow; it was the voice in his head! How did he know that though? Again, the giggling cut through his thoughts and sent them spiralling into the abyss of his mind. Gar found himself giggling in a deranged manner along with the laughter in his head. It was pleasantly infectious.

“Kneel…” he thought to himself. Gar’s legs gave out from underneath him as he sank to his knees, unable to keep himself from gazing up at the striking portrait. Funny, his thoughts sounded like that voice from before. “Stare…” how could he not? The power in those eyes was paralyzing, like the fear he felt earlier but so much more intoxicatingly powerful. A wispy blue glow emanated from the picture’s eyes as they seemed to come alive, a fiery projection of that power manifesting before him. Gar dropped his phone in awe and the room sank into total darkness as the floorboards smothered the flashlight’s glare. But he was grateful, those eyes radiated even more brightly in the darkness and continued to gaze straight down onto the bewitched feline before them. The voice from before rattled through Gar’s head, seemingly more tangible than it was before and cutting through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. There was no resistance, there was no struggle as Gar succumbed to the overwhelming barrage of commands and dominating thoughts that sank his mind deeper into madness, deeper into his ethereal Master’s control. But he loved every second of it, cackling away as he broke before the spirit and felt the freedom of thoughtless insanity shatter his self-control. The dare that brought him here became a forgotten and broken memory, as did his friends issued it; all he wanted to do was obey those compelling thoughts in his own mind. Gar’s purpose belonged to his Master now, and his purpose was freeing.