Smiling Ghosts

4

[~~)George(~~]

It has been a few days since... the thing happened. The best part is that I haven't seen Dream since then. Well, I don't know for sure if the man was Dream or not. But I can't just not call the entity nothing. I've stayed up long nights trying to wrap my head around the fact that my basement was full of ghosts from the 50s. The freaking 50s!

My rambling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Discord notifications. I unlocked my phone and answered the group call. "What do you idiots want?"

Bad's soft voice spoke, "You haven't contacted us since your move! We've been worried! How is the house? Are your neighbors nice? How fancy is the house?"

"Is it really haunted?" Quackity interrupted. I laughed and rolled my eyes at their curious behavior.

"I don't have any neighbors. I haven't explored the town yet. And for a victorian house... it is really fancy. I've been doing some research on the place. Apparently, in the 50s, it was a famous hang out place. Some guy named Clay Blyers owned it. His family did as well. He did have some siblings, nieces, and nephews. He didn't have any himself."

"Ooh, how did he die?"

I read futher down in the article, "He... Oh jeez. He poisoned himself." Now I just wanted to give this man a hug. "He was put in jail for being Homosexual."

I saw a black and white photo of the man. Same facial structure. Same round shaped eyes. His freckles weren't noticable.

"He was a member of a group called the 'Feral Boys.' The group was made in a defense for colored people and homsexuals. As well as fighting for women rights, even though it was already established. President J. Schlatt approved of the movement and was supportive of the Feral Boys. When Schlatt was assasinated, each member of the Feral Boys were arrested for their crimes and illegal stances."

I felt like crying. "Members are Alastair Woods aka Eret, Clay Blyers aka Dream, Nick Armstrong aka Sapnap, Zak Ahmed aka Skeppy, Callahan, and Antfrost."

I looked over to my mirror, and I saw a smile face on it. I groaned, "Seriously? Again?"

"Again what George?" Karl asked.

"There's been this face that keeps appearing on my bedroom mirror."

At the same time, Karl and Quackity both asked, "So, is your house really haunted?"

"Yeah... I've seen this Clay Blyers guy in my mirror and basement."

"That's scary." Bad spoke, being overruled by Quackity's loud demeanor, "Shut up bad! It's cool! George's roomate is a Ghost!"

"Well, I hope he knows how to pay rent. I'm not gonna let him off free."

We all played some Bedwars on Minecraft, and I finally had enough energy to stream. I should edit it... but that takes so much time. After about two hours on Twitch, I decided to end stream, "Goodbye guys! Thank you all for watching! I've been super busy lately with my move and stuff, so I am happy to finally have a moments rest. I might do a house tour, I'm not sure yet. I need to still buy some furnishings to make this place look more lived in."

"I'll try to stream again this month, I don't know. So for now, I hope you all have a good day! Or night. Sorry Brits. We are no longer in sync!"

I quickly exited Discord and Minecraft. Along with closing Twitch. I plopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. My peaceful rest was interrupted by my doorbell ringing. I huffed and begrudgingly went down stairs. I opened the door and saw the Soot family.

"Oh, hello!"

Wilbur, for some odd reason hugged me, "How are you doing mate?"

"I'm well! The house is just..." Terrifying. Awful. Psychotic. Horrific. "Amazing." Liar.

My good word made Wilbur smile, "That's great news! We have brought you gifts! And well.. more homely things."

I smiled as they brought in presents, "Aww! Thank you! I was about to order some things for this place!"

"I guess we beat you to it." Sally smiled. And handed me a box. I opened it carefully and saw glass dishes and new utensils. "Oh, thank you! You didn't have to."

Before I could thank them again, Tommy plummeted a box in my lap, "I got you this one!" Smiling, I opened the box the young boy gave me.

He had gotten me tons of blankets and throw pillows. "I didn't know what you liked, so I grabbed a bunch from the shelf!"

"This is amazing Tommy! I will take good care of these."

Wilbur handed me his box, and in there were drinking glasses and kitchen tools, "How did you know I needed these?"

"George, you only brought in two bags of luggage and I haven't seen any delivery trucks. Of course I knew you needed these."

I smiled sheepishly,  "Er- yeah. Thank you for your amazing observation skills."

Tubbo gently tapped my leg, "I have something for you."

I took the small box from the young boys, in there were tons of books and CD's. I smiled as I saw a small picture frame, in it was a smiling family portrait of the Soot family. It said, "Welcome hone! Soot Family 2022!"

I gave Tubbo a hug, "These are amazing! I will hang this up as soon as I can!" Tubbo's shy face blossomed into a shining smile. I looked at Sally and Wilbur,  "Really, all of you, I am so grateful."

Sally waved me off, "Oh it's fine! Glad to help out a friend." Wilbur agreed with her, "How about you join us for dinner? Sunday at six pm. You'll get to meet the rest of my family!"

"Sure! That would sound fun. What's the occasion?"

"Oh, there's no occasion. But now since you're joining, we can make it a welcome to the neighborhood bash!"

I chuckled, "Glad to know I'm invited to the party for me."

((Not me writing this instead of participating in class