Ghosts of the fallen

 Hāto could hear the buzzing of insects and other strange noises as he walked down the mountain slope. His heart raced with considerable trepidation.

 The whole landscape seemed to antagonize him as trees twisted in eerie shapes in the darkness with strange howling in the distance. What made the whole situation even more unbearable were the damn mosquitoes!

 Hāto was able to shrug off all of the wilderness' punishment with a smile, but the bloodsucking monsters were simply unbearable. To make matters worse there was the wretched symphony they sang. 

 As if draining him of blood wasn't enough, they just simply had to mock him.

Damn pests!

 Hāto yelled inwardly as he landed a heavy slap on his forehead in an attempt to kill one of the vermin. However, it seemed they were able to move at godly speed defying all logic.

"Oh come on!"

 Patience was one of his strong points, but this was simply unbearable.

 Lucky for Hāto, just before he reached his breaking point the image of what looked like a haunted house came into view. The building was abandoned and had apparently seen better days. It was almost literally falling apart at the seams with damaged roofs and broken windows.

"It probably isn't haunted."

 Further walking was necessary for Hāto to reach the wreck of a building and that was exactly what he did. His steps trailed off until he stood with the monastery directly in sight with nothing but a collapsed fence standing between. 

 His heart jumbed for joy at the nightmarish sight. If nothing else, he was going to sleep under a roof.

 Unable to contain his excitement, Hāto stepped forward putting one after the other until he stood just a short distance from the fence. 

 For some reason he was having goosebumps. The whole though of making the place a home now seemed so unrealistic. If before the monastery looked creepy now it was downright terrifying. The place was so desolate and radiated of awe. It was empty, too empty. The fireflies that roamed the entire landscape avoided the monastery, and so did all the crawling critters. This place seemed like really bad news.

"No. I've come too far to back down now."

 Hāto slapped his cheeks making them turn slightly pink. Sheer stubbornness and stupidity overwhelmed the primal terror the sight of the building filled him with.

 A step, another, one more. Hāto stood a mere step from the fence, the growing unease he felt had ballooned. The ominous presence was even stronger, but his was stronger still. And then, did it. He took the final step.

 The moment Hāto's feet touched the ground within the fence he felt it. The ominous something that been bothering him before, only this time it was far more potent. He felt as though he was slammed by a wave of invisible pressure that threatened to swallow him whole.

 Hāto's suddenly found himself unable to move. he felt hair stand on end after realizing it. The unimaginable feeling of pressure being radiated by the unknown presence. It was malice, pure overwhelming malice.

[Another sly fox dares to trespass.]

[Trespass.]

[On our sacred ground.]

 Three discordant voices were all Hāto could hear, booming with authority. The sheer force at which they echoed inside his head was enough to push a person to the brink of their sanity and beyond. 

What's this?

Hāto felt like he was going to start bleeding from every opening on his body, but that filled him with courage. 

 The fact that he felt nostalgic didn't help matters. After all why should a person be used to strange attacks on his mind?

 Hāto could feel. Although his thoughts had grown muddled, he could still think. And he was hell bent on sleeping over a roof, naked or not.

"Hello. My name is Hāto."

 The pressure crushing Hāto seemed to ease up a little. Perhaps whatever hid in the building were courteous, or not.

[He hears our voice?]

[...Hears...?]

[...Our voice?]

 Feeling a little better about his chances of conversing with the incorporeal entities, Hāto walked further in.

"I really don't want any trouble. I just want-"

 Before he could finish, he was cut off by a harsh hissing voice.

[Lies!]

Hey, hey. 

[You lie.]

[All of you, liars.]

Eeeeeeeh!

[All you people do is lie.]

[Lie.]

[Lie.]

Hato could already feel his likeability points dwindling and all he did was speak. He felt like turning back already, but the bed. Everything he did, he did for the sake of the bed. He had come too far, eaten too much crap, fell too many times like an idiot. He couldn't turn back, not now.

"Will you just shut up and hear me out?"

 It was a question. Just a simple question, not and insult. No doubt about that, but perhaps it could have been better phrased.

[Oh. How bold of you.]

[How bold.]

[Bold.]

 Hāto shuddered. He might have done something bad.

[You vile thief!]

[Vile!]

[Thief!]

 The three voices resonated in discord symphony. The feeling of stifled malice he once felt had now turned into unhinged bloodlust.

 Hāto stood frozen solid like a statue, blood flowing from his eyes. His very will had kept his standing, but that was the extent of its power. His eyes themselves were rolled back revealing only bloodshot white while his teeth remained tightly clenched. 

 Standing perfectly still, with pride, Hāto was in conflict. His soul battled against several ghosts of the fallen