𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟾

"OHMYGOD! GHOST!" I looked over Jake's shoulder to see my friend in the room across from us. He spun around to look at her, allowing me to run away. I bolted for the door.

"GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE Y/F/N!" I hollered as I ran past her. She quickly followed suit. We sprinted out the front gate and back to my house. When we got back, the sun was beginning to rise. My parents would be up soon.

"Hurry, my room." I whispered. We quickly - and carefully - made our way back up the stairs. What a night. I collapsed onto my bed.

"Dude, I can't believe we saw a ghost!! What happened back there, anyway, y/n?"

I shuddered. "It's all kind of a big blur, honestly," but, you sort of like, saved my life."

"I was sitting at a table looking through papers, and-and I found some funny note, right? I read it out loud. It said, 'Jake is a chicken.' Oh, and for some context, Jake is one of the kids who used to live there. I found out by looking at this picture frame that had all the kids' names and photos. Anyway, after I read it aloud, I heard a voice. A FUCKING VOICE, Y/f/N. And I was like yo, that's not y/f/n's voice, that's lowkey a guy's voice. Next thing I know, I was face to face with some random dude. I asked him his name, and you know what he said? HE SAID JAKE. FUCKING JAKE."

"Wait, wait wait," y/f/n interrupted, "are we talking about the Jake who lived one hundred something years ago?"

"YES!"

"Okay, now that's creepy." she said. I nodded in agreement.

"Moving on. I was super freaked out - especially when he started walking toward me. I tried to back away, but get this: I hit the wall behind me. And like, by the time that happened, he was pretty damn close. And you know how you were calling him a ghost? I don't think he is. He grabbed my wrist. He physically touched me. I don't think ghosts can do that. Let me look it up."

That's when I realized I didn't have my phone.