Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Seven

Without thinking, I turned around and swung the bat as hard as I could, only to trip over my own feet and fall to the floor, landing on my butt. I winced when the same voice spoke up again.

"Well, that was rather graceful." 

I looked up and saw a pair of legs in front of me. I was scared, frightened even to look up. This person almost single handedly choked Ethan, what could he do to me? What would he do to me? 

But then it all came back.

The sick message on my television, the front door, the nightmares, the girl that fell from the window...

It was all him, he did all of this, he made me question my own well being, he made me think I was insane!

"You can look at me, y'know." He spoke again.

I used the couch to pull myself up, still not daring to look him in the eye. I was getting more angry as the seconds passed. After all I've been through, this person or whatever the hell it is, tried to destroy me even further!

I finally turned my gaze so I was looking directly into his eyes. This time, they weren't black, they were as blue as they could be. A blue that seemed to strengthen all off his other features. He had Blonde hair that was put up in a quiff with the roots a shade darker, almost as if blonde wasn't his natural hair color. The rest of his body was more like a shadow, if I tried hard enough, I could see right through it. Only his face seemed to be human, the rest wasn't human at all. 

"Get the hell out of my house!" I screamed, picking up the bat again and holding it out in front of me.

"Excuse you? You're in my house." He looked down at my hands that were holding on to the bat. "And don't bother using that, it won't work." He smirked. 

I looked at my hands which were trembling from the adrenaline and took a deep breath, letting it fall out of my grasp. If he wanted to hurt me he would've already done it, right?

"You have been terrorizing me this whole time! You made me see horrible things! I was questioning my sanity because of you!" I yelled, pointing my index finger at him as I took a few steps back.

"I'm sorry 'bout that, I just don't appreciate people in my house." He replied, a certain edge of sadness covered his words. Was Ethan's story true? Were he and his family really killed in a horrible, gruesome way? 

Was this Niall Horan?

"Why did you save me? You could've gotten rid of me without doing anything yourself, you could've just let me get harassed and even murdered, why did you even bother in the first place?" I said, tears welling up at the thought of what could've happened. 

"I might not like you for living in my house but what the guy tried to do to you wasn't right." He answered, keeping his gaze on me. He never broke eye contact. 

His voice started to grow softer though, as if it was fading. 

"Well, you better get used to me living here, I don't have anywhere else to go." I wiped a tear that had rolled down my cheek away with my sleeve and looked up at him again. 

But when I pointed my gaze at the place he was standing before, he was gone.

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I had been awake all night, my mind filled with unanswered questions as I was sat against the couch, my butt hurting from sitting on the hard floor for so long. I didn't really care anymore to be honest. Niall, if the person I was talking to last night and who saved me from Ethan, was indeed Niall, hadn't shown himself anymore.

But I knew he was there, I knew he was watching me. I could feel it.

My feelings were soon confirmed when a pair of feet appeared in front of me, I didn't bother to look up though.

"You should take a shower, you look horrible." 

"Gee, thanks." I replied as I slowly stood up and turned around, walking upstairs.

I didn't hear him anymore as I reached my bedroom and started to undress. He better not be watching me, I don't care if he's a ghost or a demon or whatever, I will kick his ass.

I stepped in to the shower and instantly felt my muscles relax at the touch of the warm water, I really needed this. When I was done, I got out and quickly dried myself and pulled on my simple grey sweatpants and a blue top. I put my hair up in a messy bun as I heard my stomach grumble. I put on my fuzzy socks before I went downstairs again, going straight to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. 

Once I made myself two sandwiches, I grabbed the plate and sat down on the couch. 

I almost knocked my plate on the floor when someone appeared next to me again.

"Niall..? You're name is Niall Horan, right?" I asked him as I took a bite of my sandwich, him curiously eyeing it. He nodded, He seemed so fixated on my food that I was barely able to see the little movement but I saw it.  

"I'd do anything to be able to eat again." He spoke, his eyes dull as he looked at me. 

I looked back down at my delicious sandwiches and suddenly felt guilt wash over me. I put the plate down on the table and fiddled with a loose string on my shirt, still feeling his gaze on me. 

"I don't think I've introduced myself, My name is Riley." I spoke up, my voice barely above a whisper as I stuck out my hand. 

Oh my god, Riley, he is dead, he can't shake your hand! 

I quickly pulled back my hand as I realised what a stupid mistake I made, that probably hurt him even more. 

"What're you doing? I'm not disabled." He cracked a smile, a smile that a lot of girls would've fallen for back when he was still alive. 

He noticed my confused expression and continued, "I can  touch you, y'know." He held out his hand which, just like the rest of his body, didn't exactly look normal. Still, the only feature that seemed completely alive and human was his face. If you were to just see his face, you'd believe it was a boy who was still alive. A boy who would go to school and play drinking games with his friends.

I slowly moved my hands towards his, almost scared that I'd get electrocuted as soon as I touched him. 

"I won't hurt you." He spoke as my hand finally touched his. It just felt like a normal handshake to me, it felt like a human handshake. 

"How are you able to touch me? Y-you're a ghost, right? You're d-dead." My voice was shaking, unsure about his reaction. I don't want him to lash out at me.

"You should get some sleep, you look exhausted." His features hardened and his eyes started to grow darker, almost if they were going back to the black color they had been last night.

"But.." 

"I said, go to sleep!"  He yelled at me as his eyes had returned to the cold, black color. The beautiful blue that seemed to hold so many secrets was no longer there. 

He had vanished in to thin air before I could even respond, tears starting to well up already.

Great.

a/n: Hey guys! What do you say? #Riall? #Niley? I really don't know. 

As my dear friend acleverusername would say, you can't frickle frackle with a ghost so there will be a hella lot more to this story, I promise you that.

Minds will be blown and you will all probably hate me at the end. #sorrynotsorry

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