One Shots

Unintentionally A Seer

Ezra Castemont wasn't afraid of spirits, demons, and other creatures of the night.

But, they did, however, find them particularly annoying to get rid of.

When your parents consider themselves to be the occasional but 'failed' occultists, they come and go more frequently than one would expect.

Much more frequently.

Ezra woke up to a blood-curdling scream. They didn't react abruptly or anything of the sort. They just groaned and got out of bed, rubbing the tiredness out of their eyes as they slipped into their slippers they left in a very specific perpendicular angle '6:30 on the dot, as usual' Ezra thought to themselves as they made their way to the bathroom. They stepped into the hallway and watched as the mirror that their mother had just bought not too long ago fall off the wall and on the floor, broken. No matter how they attached it to the wall, it always found its way onto the floor in pieces when Ezra woke up every once in a while. They sighed and leaned over the bannister and yelled downstairs; "Mom! The mirror's broken again!"

"What!? Again?! Ack-This is the third mirror this month! Don't touch the pieces, I'll clean it up in a minute. You have your slippers on, right?" They knew they had just put on their slippers before they left their room but they still looked down to check their feet anyway. Never hurt to make sure of anything, right? "Ezra?" "Yea, I have 'em on, don't worry." Their mother didn't respond after that, probably because they went to the cleaning supply closet. The young teen shrugged and continued on their way to the bathroom.

The tired being made their way into the bathroom, looked at themselves in the mirror, and saw a gaping hole in the mirror right over where Ezra's hazel eyes would show. The space where they're eyes should be looked as if that portion of their face has been broken like mirror. Blood leaked from the open space in their face and down their cheeks like a form of crude tears. They knew it wasn't real but it didn't make it any less terrifying to have to look at every once in awhile.

Ezra blinked a few times and with each blink, the mirror and their face reverted back to its former glory more and more. They looked at themselves for a moment and grabbed a hair tie off of the sink and tied back their long box braids. The braids were pretty but Ezra's head was still aching from when they got them done the a few days before so they were extra careful with handling them to not agitate their tender scalp even more. Their mother always said they had a sensitive head and Ezra knew far too well that was most definitely the truth. They smiled at the short but still fond memory and started to brush their teeth. After a few minutes or so, they reached for the mouthwash but found it absent from it's normal location but rather, floating around them, slow enough to mock them but fast enough that it was always ever so far from their reach. "Put it down!" They exclaimed quietly, as to not alert anyone else in the house of their current issue.

Upon finishing their sentence, the mouthwash fell to the floor with a muted 'thud'. With a roll of Ezra's eyes, they reached down to pick up the just recently possessed bottle and came back up looking not at the mirror but instead through it. "Not cool, dude. Like come on." They scolded. In response to Ezra's statement, the mirror suddenly fogged up and a message appeared on the mirror. 'Sorry :(' was all it said. "We talked about this. Leave the bathroom stuff alone." The message disappeared for a moment then in its place a new one appeared. 'I know, but it was funny in my head' Ezra sighed in annoyance and shook their head "You don't even technically have a head anymore!" Ezra checked the clock on the wall opposite from the bathroom. They didn't have time to use the mouthwash anymore.

Ezra set it down and rushed back to their room, noticing the glass from earlier had been cleaned while they were in the bathroom. They immediately went to their closet and looked for something to wear. They found a simple light brown jumper but the only issue was it's spaghetti straps and how cold it was outside. Ezra knew they didn't have a top that would go well with the jumper so they went to their mother's room to borrow one. They were about the same size so it wasn't a big deal to either party. Borrowing clothes was a pretty common thing for Ezra to do on occasion so they knew exactly what they were looking for and its whereabouts. So, they just grabbed a thin but still pretty warm black turtleneck from the depths of their mother's clothing drawers. They went to exit the room but found themselves locked in. Ezra wiggled the door knob but it wouldn't even budge. 'Next method it is.'

One knock on the top left corner of the door.

Three knocks in return.

Three knocks on the bottom right corner of the door.

Two knocks this time.

Two knocks on the top right corner of the door.

No knocks.

Once they got no more responses, they tried the knob again and before they even touched it, Ezra's mom opened it. "Ezzy, what are you doing in here? At this rate, you're gonna miss your bus." "I know, I know. I'm leaving once I get dressed." "Good, I don't need anymore calls from the school about you showing up to school in the middle of first period." Ezra sheepishly laughed and quickly exited out the room and quickly got dressed without any more interruptions. Their 'guests' could tell they were in a bit of a rush. Once they were near the door they told their mother goodbye and left.

Onto school they went.

Another place that was quite the hotspot for ghosts.