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𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

Ayyyye back at it again, now with this Au, I have an idea of what I wanna do but no saying if it'll turn out amazing like the last. Now this is the Ghost Au from a new shots back, now let's just dive on into it!!

Type: kinda angst

Warnings:
Possession
Swearing

Bonus: yeah

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No POV

Now, it had been a little since the two had moved into the house, now accompanied by there friend Ran who agreed to help pay for things around the house. Toby had gone out with some friends to do something spooky for the holiday season, going to this abandoned building in the woods. It used to be this massive grand house that a dangerous wel known mobster lived in. The story goes that one night he was having his usual whiskey that one of his helpers served up, he went out on the balcony for a smoke while he drank and suffered a heart attack. It's rumoured that the helper slipped something in his drink before disappearing themselves, no one knows for sure though. But they explored the place none the less, parts of the house were over run by vines seeping in through the windows, doors were ripped of the hinges but all the floors stood just fine. No one has been able to get into the office since the mobster died, rumoured that his spirt has the door locked from the inside, not wanting anyone to come in and steal his things. They were all joking around on the offices floor, shoving each other and laughing around. When they reached the infamous door. "Alright Toby, truth or dare?" His one friend piped up "dare!" He said looking over at them. "I dare you to try and get into the office" he said, small 'oooooo's echoed around the group.

The brunette wasn't one to back down from a dare, walking up to the door and placing his hand on the knob, the deep chestnut coloured doors swung wind open, causing him to jump and yelp. The brunette stumbled back and fell down, a small snicker coming from someone as the helped him up and walked into the office. It looked untouched, but felt cold, god did it feel cold. To the point where Toby untied the sweater from around his waist and pulled it on kinda cold. They looked around, everything looked untouched. Whiskey still in the bottle, ashtray unemptyed, papers still on the desk as if he was still writing. The brunette was the first to go out onto the balcony when he heard it, starting off as a whisper. "Listen kid, you need to get out of here" it spoke, he wasn't sure if it was a ghost or his mind "Toby! Come here were gonna use the board!" He was drawn back into the office, candles being lit and the familar lettered and numbered board sat out on the floor. Sitting in a circle each person put two fingers on the planchette, moving it in a circle. The usual questions flew by 'is anyone here with us' 'how did you die' 'why haven't you moved on' 'what's the after life like'. That's when things took a turn, all the board would spell was get out, over and over and over again. Clear that the ghost no longer wanted them in their space. "Maybe we should leave guys" the brunette spoke up, "none sense, just a few more questions" his one friend said to the group. Toby felt uncomfortable with the tempture dropping in the room, the whispers getting louder and louder in his ears, till the whispers were all he could hear.

The planchette flew off the board, the doors to the balcony swung open and the office doors swung closed. Toby jumped "n-no! We should get out now" he said as he started to stand up "god Toby, I don't rememeber you being such a coward" one spoke up. He gulped softly "fine, you can all stay here I'm just going outside" he said as he left the office, leaning against the walls and sliding down it. He felt a massive weight fall off him as he felt more relaxed and not as cold. His had snapped up as he saw a light blob float right passed him, a soft blue in colour, it looked like a ram or a lamb, he wasn't sure but he got up and followed it. Down the stairs, down a corridor to a room, mostly empty but there sat a bed, looking like a child's bed. A picture sat on the table beside the bed, he walked over and picked up the photo frame, it wa the mobster holding a child. The kids face was scratched out, a newspaper sat on the bed, the header "child dies in house fire" why would the spirit show him this. As he was about to start looking around the room he rheard loud shrieks coming from upstairs. He was careful to not drop the picture frame as he rushed out of the room and up the stairs, the spirit followed him as he ran through the house and up to the office. Tuggin at the door trying to open it as it swung open. There he saw it, one of his friends being held up by the throat by the now somewhat deformed looking mobster, obvious that his other friends couldn't see what he saw. The small blue form coward behind him as he walked towards him "put her down" he said in a ferm tone. "Why should I? None of you listened" he spoke "if you let her go we'll leave" Toby shot back, the demonic creature dropped her as they were shoved out. Toby being left in the room with him as the doors shut behind him.