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I woke up and stretched, but winced immediately.

What the fuck?

Wow I have said that too many times. I threw off my duvet and looked at my body. Scratches and bruises.

Red marks slashed across my arms and legs. Bruises on my shoulders. I got up and ran into the bathroom.

My neck.

I had finger marks around my neck.

Oh god.

My eyes widened at the sight of my battered body. How did this happen?

I pulled on some clothes and ran out of the house. I went to town and turned into super drug (a/n I literally know no American stores apart from Kohl staples Dicks target and walmart.. so I'll use English stores). And went to the medical section. I picked up some plasters and bandages and some disinfectant thing.

I went to the till and payed. Slowly, I walked back home thinking about my house.

What's going on? The crying? The screaming? The cuts and bruises? It's not normal! It shouldn't happen! Why is it happening then? Maybe the house is...no - it couldn't be! Is the house...haunted? It's the only explanation! But I can't be sure. A few more nights.

What are you thinking Ash?! You could die! Buy a new house!

But I can't. Firstly, I don't have any money-

Sell it!

I doubt anyone would buy a haunted house! Ugh just leave it, second Ashton in my mind.

I arrived at the house and reached into my pocket, feeling around for my keys.

Fuck! I must've left them inside.

"Ashton Irwin?" I turned around and saw an Asian guy. He had black hair and was fairly tall, close to my size.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"No, but I can help you." he pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

Um, okay?

"Sorry," I stood in his way "who are you?"

"I am the estate agent. I just need to check on the house. Oh and my nephew, Calum, is coming too."

I nodded and let him in.

"Do you mind setting up the wifi?" I asked and he shook his head, saying that he could. I thanked him and greeted his niece.

"So, Ashton? How you liking the house?" He asked.

"Pretty good?" I said more like a question.

"Nothing...weird happened?"

Okay, how does he know?

"Why?"

He lent in, close to my ear.

"A boy, killed himself in this house. It's a rumour, but apparently he haunts the place. Cuts and burns his victims to make them feel the pain he did."

"What was his name?"

"I don't know, but he will-"

"That's the wifi set up!" Seriously man?!

"C'mon Calum." They started making their way to the door.

"Here's my number." he handed me his number and I nodded waving goodbye. I went upstairs and cleared up my cuts, plastering them.

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