Revenants and Hallucinations

6 - Sightings

Chan tried his best to get to sleep that night, he really did. However, since he was adamant about staying in the same position so he could keep an eye on his room, it was rather difficult to succumb.

At this point, it had been a while since he got a good nights sleep and he wasn't expecting one any time soon. He swears he keeps seeing things move in the corner of his eye, and the weird noises at night are getting more frequent.

He stared into his room, eyes burning, begging to be closed them longer than just a blink. He wouldn't comply, not even wanting to blink after the incident in the shower, never mind close his eyes. So he stayed, darting his eyes across the room as if expecting something to materialize.

He sighed. This is dumb. Why was a couple of probably explainable events sticking to his mind so much? He decided to follow his brains wishes and close his eyes. They were closed for about a minute before a weird feeling told him to open them again.

And just like that his breath caught in his throat and his hands began to tremble, because there, in the middle of his room where he'd literally been looking not even 30 seconds ago, a boy sat.

The child was staring directly at Chan with a confused face, he seemed a bit younger than him, maybe around 10 or 11. The boy's face was sickly pale, almost like he wasn't...alive? No. Stop that.

Chan honestly didn't know what to do and he didn't realize he was crying until one of his tears landed onto the mattress with a sound that shouldn't have been audible. He was hyperventilating, duvet brought over his mouth and nose.

Chan couldn't pull his eyes away from the boy, there was something so strange about the way he looked, but it also could've been because he didn't want to move in fear of something happening.

So he just stayed, trembling in his bed as he maintained eye contact with this young boy whom he had no idea how he entered the room. He stayed there until everything went blank. Chan honestly didn't know if he had passed out from exhaustion or fear, maybe both.

He awoke to someone shaking him, and as soon as he saw any indication of a figure he flinched away, before realizing it was just his mother.

"Hey honey?" She spoke questionably. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, it's 1 pm and it's not like you to sleep in this late."

"1 pm?" His voice was hoarse as he sat up, immediately looking at the spot the little boy was sitting in a couple of hours ago.

"Yeah" she sat back up, allowing Chan to wake up a little bit.

"Are you okay?" He sent her a convincing yet comforting smile.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just didn't get a lot of sleep throughout the week so this just must be my body catching up with it."

"Alright, if you say so" his smile dropped and his eyes were back on the spot the boy was sitting last night as soon as his mother left the room.

Chan breathed out a shaky sigh as he got out of bed.

He paused, looking once again in the area that the little boy sat. Was it in his head? Was he dreaming? It seemed pretty damn real.

Seemingly avoiding the haunted area he walked around it to his wardrobe, picking through his prominently black attire before pulling out the desired clothes for the day.

However, as he pulled the black hoodie over his head, he glanced in the direction of his desk, looking beside it to see a bit of the wallpaper peeling.

Confused, the boy walked over. Only one of the walls was covered in wallpaper the other three were painted a light grey much to Chan's pleasure upon discovering the room was already to his tastes when they moved in.

It was like when a sticker had adhered to something for too long, either it would be bound to said item for life, or it would begin peeling. The wallpaper seemed to be doing the latter.

Chan being Chan, couldn't help but peel it a little more, hearing the tear as the material pulled away from the wall glue.

He was about to stop destroying his new room when he noticed there was a mark, the rest of which leading to under the wallpaper. He sighed, well he had to keep pulling now.

The wallpaper tore a bit, the underlayer staying stuck to the wall for a second before it collected together again and morphed into a weirdly clean removal.

The mark, which was just a black line, got longer and longer and the wallpaper got much easier to pull off, it peeling as easy as a fresh sticker once the first hurdle had passed.

Eventually, he'd torn about an average rulers length up and he paused at the result.

The jet black paint - or at least Chan hoped it was paint - was designed in a strange emblem. With circles and lines to create an abstract piece. The thing was about the size of his hand and there were a few lines that had obviously run down on accident when first applied presumably due to it being wet.

He ran his fingers over the dried paint, eyebrows creased. It was some sort of symbol, and Chan didn't want to consider the fact that it almost looked...satanic-

Nope.

Nope.

Chan flattened the wallpaper down again, but it was obvious it had been peeled more than it should've, the material starting to curl up. He groaned in frustration before ending up pushing his desk just that little bit further to cover and hopefully flatten the paper against the wall again.

Once he looked it over at least twice and concluded that it didn't look suspicious, he made his way downstairs, trying not to think about the weird - hopefully not cult-like - symbol on his wall.

"Oh and he's awake" his dad laughed, putting an omelette down for Hannah and Lucas each.

"Are you finally acting like a normal teenager" Chan smiled at that, one of the only 'teenager' stereotypes Chan didn't follow was the sleeping in late one and yet his dad apparently directed all of them into that.

He was wrapped up in his black, fluffy fleece again as it was still absolutely freezing, confused as to how Hannah was wearing shorts and Lucas was dressed in a tee.

"Do you want me to make you an omelette too?"

"No it's okay, I'm not that hungry right now, I'll get something later" his dad nodded and went back into the kitchen as Chan sat down next to Lucas, yawning and putting his head on his hands to rub at the sleep in his eyes.

"You're still tired?" Hannah spoke amused, taking a rather large bite of her omelette.

"Hmm?...oh, just getting used to the light" he muttered and leaned back in the chair with another stifled yawn, eyes now closed.

"Are you okay? You look kind of pale?" He heard Hannah again after a beat of silence.

"Hmm?" He lifted his head, "no, I'm fine, just...thinking" that definitely didn't prove why he was apparently significantly paler than usual, but Hannah didn't say anything more so he gladly dropped the topic.

There was only one thing on his mind and it was whether he was dreaming when he saw the boy or if he was wide awake.

It certainly felt like the latter.

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Heyo, sorry, I realized this chapter is a little bit shorter than the rest :// so I apologize for that.

Also, just watched Eurovision 'cause it's absolutely iconic, not gonna spoil anything, all I'm gonna say is Europe hates us (UK) lmao. But the winner definitely deserved it and everyone did amazingggg !!

Anyway, hope you liked this chapter !! :))

Edit: I forgot to name it 🙃