Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

8: Vic

**Vic's POV**

"The spirit doesn't seem to want me here." The gypsy woman said as she got up.

Though nothing much had really happened, I had to admit that I was pretty freaked out. Freaked out as well as even more curious.

"Is there anything in the house that belongs to the spirit? Something that might keep it here?"

I shook my head. Not that I knew of. But wait... There might be something in... "The basement." I then pointed out. "The door is jammed, I haven't been able to open it. But could there be something down there?"

"Let's hope it's not a fucking body." Jaime muttered, sounding skeptical. Yet there was a slight hint of disgust and discomfort in his tone of voice.

"We should totally try to open it. Break the door down, or something, I don't know." I then suggested. I really wanted to figure this out for once and for all.

"You know you could just call the landlord and ask who lived here before you." Jaime had made a clear point. But just finding out who it was, wasn't going to solve this. It may have been a start, but it wasn't enough for me.

That night, I decided to take a hot bath. The idea that the spirit, or whatever it was, could be around and watching me, kind of freaked me out. But I decided to just go with it anyways. I couldn't just stop living my life.

After my bath, I dried my hair, wrapped a towel around myself and went into the bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the reflection in the mirror. It was a boy sitting on my chair. The same boy as in the mirror of the bathroom. Immediately I looked over to the actual chair. But of course there wasn't anyone in it.

"Who... who are you?" I asked as he looked at the mirror again.

I wasn't really frightened at this point. Surely what I saw was very fucking unusual, but the spirit or whatever didn't look all that scary. It was a skinny dude, about my age, pale, dark messy hair, with perhaps slight feminine features. Not in any way intimidating. Besides the fact that he was dead and haunting my ass, of course.

"Can you talk?" I asked, after I got no reply.

But the boy just stared at me. It was a blank, dead stare. No emotion was written on his face at all. And for a while, he just sat like that. Staring.

At some point, I saw him get up in the reflection, and casually walked out of the room with his hands in his pockets.

"So you can fuck around with me, but you won't speak to me?" I yelled after him. I didn't really know what came over me when I did that.

Suddenly the bedroom door slammed shut in my face.

"Fucking rude."