Wenclair One-Shots

Recorded Poltergeist Activity

Summary:

Enid, a ghost, haunts an apartment room. She thought that she'd spend the rest of her afterlife as a bored poltergeist, but things changed when she gets an encounter herself.

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Boxes, hastily organized objects, and hired help littered the apartment as a man yelled at his phone.

"I told you, this house is the worst fucking thing in existence! The rent's cheap, but god, at what cost?!"

The irate man continued to yell until one of the workers notified him that all of his belongings were in the truck.

Having no time (or rather, having no desire) to check his statement's accuracy, he looks at the now barren room, chuckles, and shuts the door behind him.

"Good riddance." Enid thought. Call her selfish, but driving away that man was the best thing she'd ever done.

Was it rude? Yes. But she could only tolerate so much foot waxing and other annoying habits of his before becoming a horror cliché.

Whether that meant scaring him half to death or killing him, she would've likely done the latter.

However, spooking him seems to be the right call. In his haste, he left a bunch of stuff behind. Mainly junk, she observed, but another man's trash is another man's treasure.

She rummages through her former roommate's belongings, throwing unknown objects carelessly, already making a pile. The ones that have caught her eye so far are various comic books, a comically large spoon, and a creepy doll.

Granted, she's not a fan of dolls, much less creepy ones. However, as Enid holds the doll up, her curiosity grows even further.

"Which Victorian child owned this shit?" she said out loud.

She was about to throw it against the wall for fun's sake before someone pipes up.

"That appears to be mine."

She whips her head around, searching for the source, but she finds no one. Cautiously, she spoke.

"..Show yourself."

Despite her not having a sense of touch since she's, y'know, dead, she feels a cold gust of wind.

"I'm above you."

She looks up, finding a girl donning a fancy polo with fluffy sleeves, staring at her.

Curious, she asked. "How are you doing that?"

The gothic ghost then floated down with grace and then responded. "Why are you asking me? Can't you do this too?"

She huffed and was about to complain before her eyes widened in realization. "Wait, you're a ghost!"

The other girl simply nodded. "That appears to be the case."

"You have got to teach me that trick then!"

"No. If you can't float, what can you do?"

She ponders for a moment, taking her time so it seems because she then feels a piercing glare drilling into her skull.

Finally, she answers awkwardly. "I can.. phase through stuff sometimes? Oh and move things too! Watch!"