Thomgelica One-shots because not enough people write about them.

Supernatural Couple

They were ghosts, it wasn’t weird, well it wasn’t weird for them. It was their normal, everybody had a normal that was abnormal to other people, and being a ghost had been theirs for fifty years now. 

Of course, there had been a time when being a ghost was most unusual and really it took over three years for it to become normal but now being a ghost was nothing more than ordinary. And honestly, it was quite fun, they were stuck in their home for some reason but that wasn’t so bad. And to each other, they were still solid and they could still move things that weren’t on the second plane, and best of all they didn’t age. They looked just like the twenty-nine-year-olds they had died as.

The second plane was what they were on, it was different from the first plane obviously, the second plane was for things like ghosts and fairies. Over the years they had learned that there were multiple planes, some they hadn’t even discovered, and so far the only one they had access to was the first plane. Having access to the first plane was another perk of being a ghost, it came into play with their favorite thing to do as a phantom couple, and it would certainly be looked down upon if they were alive.

Scaring people. It was a lovely sort of art and it took great technique, Thomas’s wife was a true pro at it, though, he would never admit that. Her ego was already big enough and they had a bet going on until the day they die- disintegrated into nothingness? Neither Angelica nor Thomas knew when the bet would end since they didn’t seem to have an expiration date and now that Thomas thought about it they should really set a deadline for their bet.

Anyways, they had a bet going on to see who could scare the most people out of their home. After twenty years his wife was in the lead. There had been a brief moment in the ’70s when Thomas had been in the lead with the scaring but that had been when they were both new to the whole being dead thing, and Angelica really had been much too sweet back then to give anybody a real fright. Now, though, she sometimes even scared Thomas.

Angelica was ruthless and Thomas loved it.

Angelica never took it as far as physically hurting the people who occupied their house and she toned it down every time there were children involved, but even then she was honestly unreasonably good at spooking people. It pissed Thomas off, especially those times when she would let him do most of the work and then would come in with this amazingly frightening finisher that had the residents of their home running out in a crazed panic. 

She was good, too good, but Thomas was determined to beat her this time. He had the advantage this time, scaring families with children had always been his specialty, Angelica sometimes felt a little bad for scaring the kids. Angelica could afford to have a soft spot for kids though. She was fifty scares in the lead, Thomas however was broke when it came to scares.

So that was why he was currently lurking under the bed of a twelve-year-old boy. The family that had moved in had one son. Andre, he was a pain in the ass and Thomas really despised the kid which was why it would be so much easier to scare the living daylights out of him.

Some people would say it was cruel, Thomas wasn't one of those people and since he was dead he could care less about those people.

He needed to win and he would win by any means necessary. He snickered quietly to himself as he morphed into a green swamp monster. He was totally unrecognizable with moss and algae clinging to his now oversized mud-caked body. 

Thomas slowly crawled out from under Andre's bed, he blinked his eyes and teleported himself to the foot of the kid's bed.

Andre was asleep, snoring obnoxiously because everything about him was obnoxious. Thomas stood there, watching over him, breathing hard, the sound of the water dripping from his body and hitting the wood floor.