Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

4: Vic

**Vic's POV**

I was a little freaked out by whatever it was that I just saw in that mirror. It was some vague figure with pale skin, raven black messy hair and blue-greenish eyes. Like something out of a damn horror movie it suddenly popped up before me.

"At least it wasn't fucking bloody Mary." I rubbed the bags under my eyes and sighed. "I just need some sleep, that's what it is." I mumbled to myself.

As I then walked into my new bedroom, the smell of freshly washed sheets came up to meet me. The smell of clean things always satisfied me to no end. It made me feel at ease as I slipped underneath the silky covers.

The next morning, I woke up to a vague scream echoing in my head.

"Why are you in my house?!" The voice demanded firmly.

It was a distinct voice, but not an angry one. It sounded upset, mostly confused and somewhat distorted. Like a faulty radio signal or something.

I convinced myself that it was merely a bad dream. Jitters, perhaps, from being in a completely new home and on my own and having watched too many horror movies in the past. I did however avoid the mirror in the bathroom for a while. Just in case.

That night, I had brought someone home with me. Just some boy I picked up at a local bar. I still hadn't started working my new job, so I had decided to have some fun before I did. We'd had a few drinks already, and what started out as fooling around, was about to end up in a quick, meaningless fuck on the couch.

Until suddenly, the TV turned on and started blasting static noise. It scared me out of my wits and resulted in me falling backwards off the edge of the couch.

"Fuck!" I yelped in mid-air, right before I hit the ground.

I gasped for air and glanced over at the TV, my heart still beating in my throat from the fright. "What the hell, man?" I muttered, dazed and confused.

The boy, whatever his name was again, that I had brought home leaned over the edge of the couch and stuck out his hand to help me up. "You alright there?" He asked, trying to fight back a chuckle.

I took his hand and pulled myself back up on my feet. "Yeah, heh... That was weird. Were you leaning on the controls or something?"

The boy simply shook his head and pointed at the table. That's where the controls were and had been the entire time.

My face went blank. "Okay, I seriously need another drink."

The pretty boy sat back on the couch and whined as I made my way to the kitchen. "Oh come back, please? It was nothing, just the fucking TV."

Butit wasn't just the TV. Yet I surelywasn't about to tell him that,though.