Forbidden Ghosts

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*Edited*

Braylee sighed heavily as she walked into the creepy, yet comforting cabin deep within the woods in Washington State. 

She recently bought this cabin to get herself away from the people in her life, no phone, no tv, she was just out here, by herself.

She rolled her suitcase behind her and walked into a small, bland bedroom. Setting her suitcase on the bed, she opened it and grabbed her toiletries and walked into the bathroom. 

It was run down, and slightly out of date but Braylee slightly smiled as she took it in. She set her shampoo and conditioner on a shelf in the shower, and her other bath soaps on the shelf below that.

When she walked out of the bathroom she halted herself, an article of clothing was sitting on her bed. It was neatly folded and it was one of her t-shirts that had printed on the front, "Leave me alone."

Braylee frowned, she knew she didn't pull it out, so who did?

"Is there anyone there?" she asked, looking around wary. She suddenly felt cold, when she looked around there was nothing, yet she swore she wasn't alone.

"Who are you?" she yelled out, spinning in circles trying to find out who was doing this. It was probably some sick prank, by some teenagers who are just out here this late. But that wasn't possible, the closest town was forty-five minutes away.

"You're worst nightmare," a deep, raspy voice whispered into her ear. Braylee screamed and bolted out of the bedroom, and through the front door of her cabin. 

She turned around and felt her eyes widen at the figure standing in the doorway, a glare on his face, then the door slammed shut.

Braylee couldn't believe her eyes, she more so couldn't believe she moved into a haunted cabin. She never believed in the supernatural, and now all of that has changed. 

She didn't care how scared she was when she found herself stomping back onto the porch and grabbing the handle of the door and swinging it open.

She stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind her, she whipped around and stared at the door, her irritation growing by the second.

"Stupid ghost," she mumbled and turned around, then almost screamed again as a figure stood directly behind her. He stood there staring at her, a deep frown edged into his face as he stared at the girl in front of him.

He looked young, possibly in his mid twenties, but Braylee knew he was far older than that, given he looked slightly transparent. His dark hair fell into his face and he had hazel eyes, Braylee didn't think about his appearance for too long.

"Leave," was all he said. Then he was gone. He just disappeared from Braylee's eyes. She huffed out a breath and walked back into her room. There sat her suitcase, closed, and at the foot of her bed, the handle up.

Braylee rolled her eyes and took her suitcase, placing it back onto the bed, opening it and fishing out a pair of pajamas. 

When she was shining on her shorts, the door to the bedroom slammed shut, she yelped and tripped, landing on her backside.

"You bastard!" She yelled out, and grumbled a few curse words to herself as she stood back up, successfully putting her shorts on. Braylee grabbed her suitcase and set it on the dresser beside the bed, and then crawled into the cold covers.

Throughout the night doors slammed open and shut, the window to her bedroom sliding open, which meant Braylee had to get up, and slam it shut before she froze her ass off in the early spring temperature.

When yet another door slammed shut, Braylee swung the covers off herself, before angrily standing up and storming out of her bedroom. She knew this is exactly what the ghost wanted, but god she could feel herself shaking from the anger within her.

"Come out you son of a bitch! You're pissing me off!" she yelled out, standing in the middle of her living room, arms crossed over her chest.

"That's the whole point, you need to leave," a voice said behind her. Braylee whipped around and felt herself frown as she took in the ghost.

"Well too stinking bad for you, I'm staying," she glared up at him. She had thought he would've dropped it but instead he moved closer to her, which made her move back.

"You are in my home. Get. Out," he snapped. Braylee almost felt herself flinch, but now she was backed into a wall, the ghost just inches away from touching her.

"This place was for sale, you could've easily dropped that sign, so really it's on you," she rambled out, suddenly flustered from being so close to him.

He glared down at her, "If you aren't out of here by sunrise, I will make your life a living hell," he whispered so calmly it would've put Braylee to sleep, but the threat kept her wide awake.

"No. I bought this place so now it's mine, You can't kick me out of my house," she rolled her eyes. The audacity of this ghost. She couldn't believe it.

"I can, and I will," he hissed before disappearing into nothing. Braylee finally released the breath she was holding. She was not going to leave just because some stupid, freakishly attractive ghost told her to. There was absolutely no way.