Descendants One Shots

The Ghost of You - Ben x Carlos

Genre: funny stuff
Word Count: 1.7k
Requested by:  me : D

Ben wasn't afraid of the supernatural, he didn't believe in it which in turn meant he saw it all as nonsense. Ben was the type to see things from a logical perspective, he was a man of science.

So of course, when he moved into his new apartment, he didn't think much about the cold spots around the house or the sudden gush of wind at random times. He also didn't question why certain things were misplaced, he just blamed his memory for that.

He didn't think much about it, though the apartment was always cold so he brought it up to his landlord. He expected his landlord to say it was the due to a broken heater perhaps, or maybe the it had to do with the vents. What he didn't expect was for his landlord to blatantly lie to his face.

"It's because of the what in my apartment?"

"The ghost, it's because of the ghost in your apartment." His landlord repeated himself as if it were nothing. Ben wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, he knew landlords liked to lie to their clients but this? He wasn't even trying, he could've at least come up with something more believable.

"Some punk back in '89 was renting out your apartment, no one knows what happened. One day he was here, then he wasn't. So, is that it or do you need something else?" Ben shook his head, "No, that's it. Thank you, goodbye." He turned as fast as he could, or else he would've laughed at the short man and his obvious lies.

Once back in his aprtment, he didn't hesitate to lean agaisnt the door and let out the laugh he was holding in. He stood there laughing for a good few minutes, he even teared up a bit. It was the most, and hardest, he'd laugh in awhile.

"Can you believe that? A ghost! Oh my God, how gullible does he think I am?"

As time went on, the apartment continued to be cold, sometimes even freezing but Ben bought a heater for that, stuff continued to be disappear from where he had left them.

For example, one day Ben had come back from a tiring day at work when he found his vinyl records all over the place. His record player was on, it was playing one of his Guns N Roses records. Ben was used to leaving it on when he was gone, but he had left it playing his Lorde record. He thought he was just too tired to remember changing the record, but then his mind replaid what his landlord told him.

'In '89'

Ben looked down at the mess again and realized that the only records spread out on the ground were the ones he owned that were from the 80's. This was just a weird coincidence, right? Ben shook his head and ignored the stupid idea. He began cleaning the mess as to rid himself of such thoughts.

He didn't want to feed into the lies, but everyday after work, his records would be all over the floor every time. It was always his records from the 80's too. Don't get him wrong, Ben liked the 80's but he wasn't that big of fan to listen to the music from that era everyday.

After a bit, Ben just stopped paying attention to the mess and left it alone. He didn't want to acknowledge it anymore, it was tiring and work was already tiring enough. Ben almost forgot about the whole ghost thing until one faithful night.

He woke up around 3 am, what was supposed to be a quick 10 minute nap turned into 7 hours of sleep. He got up from his bed and stretched, mouth dry as ever. So he decided to quickly get a glass of water before trying to go back to sleep.

The apartment felt colder than ever as he stepped into the kitchen, the cold floor was a reminder to wear socks to bed more often. He tried to make his way through the kitchen, he didn't want to bother turning the lights on as the light from the street coming in from the window was enough. Enough to see where the cups where, enough to see where the faucet was, and enough to see the outline of a body sitting on the counter.