Haunted Dreams

1

I had just moved in to the most famous house in Los Angeles. Deep inside I was a little excited to explore the house and know the feeling of being inside a house so many people died in. But the other part of me hated all this. I loved the little house me and your parents lived in for most of your life. All I hoped for was to adjust to this new life that was just beginning.

"Y/N! Come help with the boxes!" Dad shouted.

"I'll be down in a sec" I shouted back.

Ignoring something else he said, I continued to explore the old place going from room to room.

So much dust, I thought.

"Hey there" A strange voice said out of nowhere.

"What the hell" I jumped a little at the sound of a teenage boy's voice.

"Who are you and how the hell did you get inside?" I asked.

The blonde boy stared at me in silence for a minute. I noticed his traits. His messy hair, his eyes and under them some really bad eye bags. He looked young, but metaphorically speaking he looked a couple hundred years old.

"I'm Tate" He said putting out his hand.

I watched but didn't move.

"Why are you in my house?" I asked.

"Your house?" He chuckled and I observed confused.

"Um, yes, my house?" You said boldly.

"You do know the stories about this place, right?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"Obviously" I let out a chuckle.

"Then why did you move here?"

"It's not like I make the decisions. My parents wanted to give their life a little "excitement". Plus, this house is hella cool" I explained.

"Not so cool when someone dies in here" He said.

"So it's true–people actually died in here? I heard the ghosts still haunt this place to this very day"

"It's true, but it's not fun, it's so annoying and many of the ghosts barely even come out" He replied.

"Well, nice to meet you–Tate" I said shyly.

He smiled, and so I left the room confused with what had just happened.

"I called you about five times Y/N, will you come help us?" Dad said irritated.

"I'm sorry Dad, I got distracted" I replied.

"Distracted?"

"Yeah, this boy just appeared out of nowhere and started talking to me" I explained.

"What boy?" He asked.

"The–um, blonde boy wearing a green sweater with stripes" I continued.

"No boy walked in here" My Dad looked at me confused.

"That's weird–I was just talking to him"

My Dad shook his head and headed outside to grab a box.

By afternoon I was exhausted of carrying boxes and organizing things. I needed to lay my head and close my eyes for a few minutes. I decided to ask my Dad for help to build my bed there since I liked that room the most.

"Your Mom ordered Chinese for tonight" Dad said.

"Okay" I replied softly and entered the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a minute before twisting the shower open. I closed my eyes and felt the warm water run down my body. I hummed to one of my favorite songs and washed myself.