whisper (dnf)

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George had just finished placing the final boxes in the home, a thankful sigh escaped his lips as he dropped onto the couch. He kicked his feet up and stretched his arms hearing his shoulders releasing pressure.

He looked around at his new home, a simple three bedroom house in a gated Florida community. George wanted something new, a bold change. Moving from England to Florida was something drastic, he'd never taken such a big step in his life.

His best friend from university, Wilbur, had called him 'crazy' saying that Florida of all states was definitely the worst despite its pretty looks and warm temperatures. If honest, George despised the heat, he held a personal vendetta against it. Since moving the AC had become his best friend, after all he didn't actually know anybody in the state. A spontaneous decision yet a fresh start.

A small sound came from the kitchen, as if something had fallen, George let out a sigh getting up. He must've misplaced something, possibly leaving it too close to the edge giving it the opportunity to fall. He prayed that nothing had smashed, he wasn't in the mood to clean after such a hectic day.

He stepped in, noticing a tall male tilting his head looking at the photographs on the fridge that were held up by magnets of countries that George had collected on various holidays in his early 20's. He had his finger up, pointing as he looked them over, he looked confused, biting on his bottom lip.

"What on earth are you doing in my house-" George scoffed, staring at the male that was visibly taller.

The male turned quickly, looking surprised.

"You can see me?" His jaw remained gaped open, he seemed to freeze still meeting George's soft brown eyes.

"No shit i can see you, now get the hell out"

The man didn't respond, he simply giggled

"you find this funny, what are you deranged? i ought to call the police on you"

"your accents funny"

George scoffed, reaching for his phone, causing the male to let out a booming laugh.

"Call the police, they'll call you deranged"

"Well i've got you cornered, so don't even bother trying to run" George picked up his phone, tapping the 911

The male disappeared. George fell down in shock, the male soon appeared behind him

"Call them, like i said, they'll call you deranged" He chuckled

"The f- What is this some prank?"

"Pffft-" The male retorted, he appeared on top of the counter, sitting on the edge, "I wish"

"Well- care to explain why you're in my house then"

"Wow, it's nice to meet you too George"

"I didn't even-"

"I was looking at your stuff on the fridge"

"Creep"

"Not a creep, just curious as to who's moving into my house"

"Your house? I just bought it"

"My house, i just died that's all"

"Died, this is ridiculous" George waved his hands in a dismissing manner, despite his stomach dropping slightly with realisation he held back