"Now this is what you call a house." Frank entered through the front door of his newly bought home, arms wide spread as if he was waiting for the house to hug him back. "You know what? I'm so glad we got this place before someone else did. I have a great feeling about it! Like the weight of finding the perfect home for me and my husband has been lifted off my shoulders."
"Yeah, it'd be nice to have something lifted off your shoulders," Gerard appeared in the doorway behind him, carrying their belongings in his arms and swung around his shoulders like Christmas lights.
"Oh! Shit, sorry." Frank pulled the big bag of stuff off Gerard's shoulders. "This is heavy. You should've asked me to help you." He heaved the bag and brought it up the stairs, opening it slightly and taking a peek inside. "Our movie collection? Fuck yeah, dude. I know what we're doing tonight."
"How about we try and move in first all in one piece, yeah?" Gerard grinned and continued bringing in their belongings. "This place is huge, by the way." He took a look around himself at the tall brown stone walls and creaky dusty floorboards beneath him. "I can hear my own thoughts echoing."
"Boo!" Frank shrieked, stopping in his tracks to hear the echo bounce off the walls around him. "Damn, the more I look at this place, the more it looks like Dracula's castle." It was as if everytime he looked at the house's interior, he discovered something new about it—whether it be the subtle cobweb framing the stained glass windows, or the small collection of half-burnt candles on the fireplace. Every turn, there was another surprise, and he was loving it.
"I love Dracula," Gerard stated, "but I'm not sure if I really want to live in his castle. I heard he's looking for a new Jonathan Harker." He smirked mischievously and placed the desk he'd been holding in one of the rooms.
"I am Count Dracula! Greetings, my dear friend!" Frank impersonated, sneaking up behind Gerard.
He'd expected to get a reaction from Gerard, but he received nothing.
"Something wrong?" Frank asked, walking around Gerard to meet eyes with him.
"Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out where the draft is coming from. There's no windows open." Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and embraced his arms in a knotted bundle.
"This place was built in the 1900s, you gotta expect it to be cold, Princess." Frank raised his eyebrows at his husband. "Come on, let's figure out which room should be which."
"No, it's not a breeze, it's different. I-I don't know what it is, it just feels weird." A shiver echoed through Gerard's body.
"You know what? I think it's because it's an old house and looks like the set of some Gothic horror movie, but that doesn't matter. This is different because we'll make it home." Frank held Gerard's hands. "You'll settle in. It just feels weird now because it's your first night here."
Gerard shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We'll see how it goes."
Frank smiled and planted a kiss on Gerard's cheek. "Should we bring the last of our things in before it gets dark? I'm not actually sure if there's electricity here yet..."
Gerard looked out the window overlooking the hills in the distance, more specifically the sun starting to seep behind the horizon. "Yeah, we gotta hurry though, it's getting dark quickly."
Frank and Gerard stepped down the creaky stairs once again. Spending the night in such an eerie place without lights was certainly not something they looked forward to.
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He Who Doesn't Believe Is Aggrieved ☆ FRERARD
Paranormal"If God was a villain, He'd be me." When Frank Iero sees a beautiful Gothic house encompassed between hills and valleys go for Sale, he buys it for him and his husband, Gerard Way, to live in. A steal. Perfect, so they thought. When they begin to...
