Ghost in the Closet

Ouma's Practice

Crouched behind a tree, Saihara tugged on his hoodie to ensure he remained covered. "Why are you still waiting?!" Ouma's disembodied voice whined. "They're asleep! Let's go!"

"Wait for the alarm to sound," Saihara whispered. "He gets up at 1 am for work. That's when I'll open the window."

"Why not when he's asleep?" Ouma continued to whine, making Saihara's eye twitch. Why couldn't he shut up like normal? He never talked this much.

"If he's a light sleeper, he'll know something is wrong." Saihara couldn't take any chances, not since he hadn't spent as long as he'd preferred when scoping out their victim. Despite not learning his victim's traits down to each microscopic detail, Saihara knew enough to pick the perfect person. "When his alarm goes off, I'll open the window."

On cue, the alarm began blaring from the victim's phone from the second floor, muffled through the window. As soon as he heard that chime, Saihara slipped open the window that he unlocked with the help of paperclips and hairpins. Listening to the alarm turn off and a groan of frustration, Saihara smiled when he knew that his plan should work perfectly. After all, this wasn't for him.

Saihara's footsteps became as silent as Ouma's. He only knew the ghost followed by the cold breeze on his face. It made him a little sad that he couldn't hold hands with the other; the gloves dulled any cold sensation.

Reaching the second floor, Saihara ran into the owner's room and grabbed them, tying up the confused, half-asleep man. He tried to scream but Saihara grabbed his hair and shoved the victim's face into the mattress, digging a knee into his bare back.

Ouma flickered into view and began tying their victim's ankles whilst Saihara gagged them, grinning the entire time. Boy would this be fun. Grabbing the crying, tied-up victim, Saihara chucked them into an armchair that Ouma dragged from the next room. Just as they planned.

"Alright, Kimchi." Saihara backed away and sat on the bed, crossing his legs and leaning back. "Show me."

"Huh?" Saihara rolled his eyes. Yes, they hadn't discussed the reason for this murder, but he thought his boyfriend would've figured something out by now. "Show you what?" The ghost asked.

Grinning from ear to ear, Saihara tilted his head. "Show me what we're going to do to your parents. Think of this as practice."

Gasping, Ouma clenched his fists before his face with sparkling eyes. He bounced up and down, giggling like a schoolgirl. "This is the present you said you had for me?!" Saihara nodded. "Awe! I love you so much, Shumai!" Rushing forward, Ouma jumped onto his boyfriend and knocked them flat on the bed. Grabbing Saihara's face, Ouma leaned close and kissed him deeply.

Pushing Ouma back, Saihara smirked. "As much as I love kissing you, let's make out over that dude's corpse instead."

"Damn, you're into some kinky shit," Ouma joked. He jumped up and dusted off his clothes.

"I never said I'd be romantic."

Saihara slipped his bag from his shoulder and handed it to Ouma who took it eagerly. Adjusting his black latex gloves, Saihara shuffled around to make himself comfortable whilst ignoring their victim's confused, muffled shouts. "Go apeshit. Let me see what you have planned."

Ouma pulled out a pair of pliers before hesitating, his grin faltering. "Shumai... Isn't it wrong to use an innocent man for this?" He stared at the squirming victim wearing nothing but boxers. What a way to go.

Innocent man? Saihara could only laugh. "He's anything but innocent." Smiling at the victim, he tilted his head to appear childish and naive. "Disturbance of the peace, stalking and harassment. This man harassed and terrified a small boy and only stopped because the child killed himself. Unfortunately, the victim never went to his parents so they never knew. He was a boy! How would he know that the monsters in the closet wouldn't kill his parents for tattling?"