Ghouls One-shots/Preferences II

🔞Swiss - The Estate

Being fresh out of college and dirt broke made you desperate for any sort of money. Between working a day job got 5 hours, it wasn't enough.

That's when you were offered to house sit for 3 days. You were offered a whole grand. How could you turn that down? You could still work your 5 hour shift at work, and still be making an extra grand, so of course, you jumped at it.

Pulling up to the large estate, a twig of regret settled in. The house was fucking huge, but it didn't look like anyone had touched it in years. You pulled your car to the front door and stepped out. The sun was shining, but not a sound could be heard. You took a deep breath for grabbing your suit case and walking up to the front door.

Key is under mat. Phone number is here in case of emergencies.

You skimmed over the number before reaching under the mat and pulling the keg out. You put it in the lock and twisted. An unsettling creak came from the lock.

"Oh come on Y/n, stop being a pussy." You mumbled to yourself. You pushed the door open and had to let your eyes adjust to the dark interior. You reached over and found the light switch. It was surprisingly clean inside execpt for maybe a couple dust webs high in the corner that would be unreach able. You looked into the room beside you to see a huge parlor. You walked down the corridor, past the large set of stairs. You found yourself in the huge kitchen. It was definitely old and needed some work, but it was usable. Finally you made your way back to the stairs and climbed. You walked along the hallway until you found a room with a white note on it.

Your room.

It said. You opened the door and saw the lovely bergendy themed room. You settled your suitcase down and tested the bed with a steady hand.

It was nice. An unbearing weight of the feeling of you not being alone in the huge house started to haunt you. You checked your phone.

No signal.

You swallowed a nervous gulp before decided to hurry downstairs. You found a phone and picked it up. You listened to the line buzz before you put your bosses' number in. You waited several seconds, and frowned when the line went silent. You jumped, the phone dropping to the floor as a horrifying growling came from the line. You clutched your chest as you stared at the phone. You could still hear the growling and snarling. You quickly picked the phone up and slammed it down on the receiver.

"Fuck..." You mumbled to yourself. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe you dialed the wrong number. There had to be a misunderstanding. You quickly rushed into the kitchen, opening all the cabinets until you found a water glass and quickly held it under the faucet. You took quick swallows, finishing it quickly.

Your fine. You were fine. It was just a prank. All a prank.

By the second night, you were petrified. You had got home from work to find all your clothes spewed across your room. Even one of your shirts was torn. You frantically grabbed your phone and the note that had the number. You quickly dialed it on your phone till you realized it wouldn't go through. You didn't have a signal. You went to the phone downstairs and dialed the number. This time the call went through and it ringed.

"The number you are attempting the call is not available at this point. Please try again later."

Fuck. It was just one more night anyhow. All you had to do was make it one more nights, then you'd have a whole grand. You took a deep breath before going back up to your room and calmly put your clothes away. You walked out and glanced down the hall. There looked to be claw markings on the one door. Had those been there before?