Haunted Intentions ( Ghost X Fem Reader)

Chapter 1

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It's my birthday, and I am alone.

It's not different from any of my other birthdays, but today it stings even more. My older sister, who is perfect as usual, chose to have her wedding today. She has always played the one-sided game of who can outdo who. My family decided to go to her wedding, claiming that it was a mistake that it landed on my 26th birthday. Bullshit; it has been this way since we were little. So here I sit in the middle of my once homey now lonesome apartment, feeling sorry for myself.

I quickly stuff my self-pity and loneliness in the suitcase that is in a hidden corner of my mind. I am going to go out. I may even meet someone tonight. I reason with myself.

As I am getting ready, a phone notification cuts through the silence of the apartment. I pick up the device and see that it is from an unknown number:

UNKNOWN: You look lonely up there, darling

The ominous message sends shivers down my spine. All my hair stands on end as the air gets heavy, breaking me out in a cold sweat.

ME: Who is this?

I make quick steps to my windows and pry the curtains back. Looking outside at the busy street below, searching for anyone on the phone, but I am met with nothing. The dreaded notification brings my thoughts back. Letting me know that this is not a dream.

UNKNOWN: That would ruin the fun of the mystery, darling

UNKNOWN: I won't hurt you I just wanna talk

ME: We can talk now

ME: How did you get this number?

All of my senses are heightened hearing every little creak of the wood floor under my feet. Feeling someone's eyes on me, like prey being hunted.

UNKNOWN: Wouldn't you like to know my little darling?

UNKNOWN: Are you alone?

ME: I was taught to never answer that question

UNKNOWN: Smart girl

UNKNOWN: ANSWER ME!

I relax, convincing myself that it is a sick prank. I am in a locked apartment in a great neighborhood. The Phone dings once more but this time I ignore the message with a roll of the eyes. It is a prank, right?

Five minutes later, my thoughts are drowned out by rhythmic knocking on my door. It is soft knocking rather than loud, booming knocks that one would expect. Somehow, this makes the atmosphere of the room even creepier. I was not expecting anyone since everyone was out of town or at my sister's wedding. Deep down, I have a bad feeling, so I run to my safe in the bedroom and grab the gun my father gave me on my 16th birthday. However, the knocking continued, like the person on the other side knew that I would ignore them in fear.

"Open the door; I know you are in there." My stomach drops at the raspy, deep voice laced with a British accent on the other side.

I do not know that voice.

The knocking became more persistent with impatience. I stay silent in fear, waiting for the other shoe to drop. A few moments of silence pass as my stomach sinks lower and lower in my body. A small scoff breaks the silence, followed by more aggressive banging.

"Open. The. Door. I won't ask again." The deep, husky voice says, the British accent more evident now that it has become more vicious. I stay quiet in dismay, trying not to escalate the situation. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and dial 911. As the phone started ringing, I heard a quiet thump against the door, like the stranger but their forehead against it.