Disturbia ♦︎ Ghorror AU [✔️]

3: Ghost Makes An Appearance

It had been about a week since Ricky moved in, and so far, he hadn't run into any problems. However, today Devin decided to make an appearance. Well, at least he tried to make an appearance.

He hadn't seen his old home in what felt like forever. As he stepped through the door (literally), he was hit with a wave of nostalgia. Sure, the furniture was all different, but the structure of the house itself hadn't changed. The paint color was the same in the rooms he could see, and the floors were still the same as well.

Devin's eyes widened as he continued to make his way through his childhood home. He was examining the ceilings as he kept walking, causing him to be unaware of his other surroundings. As he moved further along in the house, accidentally knocked over a vase, causing him to fall to the ground to catch it before it could break. Now, that would make a bad impression on his town's new inhabitant.

However, Devin was one of the few ghosts still wandering that could actually feel pain. "Ow, fuck," he groaned, hitting the floor. He did save the vase though, and that was what counted to him at the time.

"Wh-Who's there?" Ricky asked loudly from a couple rooms over.

Devin's response was silence, staying completely still for a moment. He couldn't get caught that soon. He still had some mind fucking to do.

He quickly placed the vase back where it fell from, and vanished from the house, to ensure that Ricky wouldn't see him just yet.

Ricky cautiously made his way to the room Devin was in just moments ago. Once he he got there, baseball bat in hand, he realized that it really had been nobody. Or so he thought, anyway.

However, he did feel a bit of a chill in the room. He disregarded it, though, and just went to turn up the heater. Fall had just begun, it was starting to get a bit chilly anyway. He disregarded the noises he heard coming from this room, too, telling himself that his brain was just trying to fuck around with him again. He returned to the living room, sitting back down, and returning to watching TV.

After waiting for a few minutes, Devin returned to his old home once again. He walked through the door once more, cautiously this time, making sure he didn't make himself noticeable. He still wasn't quite ready to reveal himself to Ricky.

He continued to explore what was once his home. He walked through the halls and ventured into every room. These walls were almost all he saw back when he was still a human, seeing as he used to hate leaving his house. His home and his school were really the only places he went to.

As Devin continued to move through the house, Ricky could feel the chill in the air again. He turned up the heat a bit more, but as Devin got closer to him, he realized that the heat wasn't helping, and just gave up.

Ricky went upstairs to grab some blankets instead. On his way to the staircase, though, he actually ran into Devin. Well, he actually went through him, but you catch my drift.

As Ricky passed through Devin, he could feel the air getting even colder than it was in his living room. He was starting to get a bit worried, but did his best to shrug it off, trying to convince himself that it was nothing important, and that the heat was just acting up.

He quickly grabbed the blankets and returned downstairs, the chill still present in the air. He sat back in his previous place on the couch, covering himself with one of the blankets he grabbed, then draping the other one over the back of the couch.

After a few minutes of sitting there, focused on the TV, Ricky could've sworn he felt the weight of the couch shift beneath him. He shook his head slightly, telling himself that that wasn't possible, that he was just being paranoid because of the noises earlier and the chillier than normal air. Besides, there wasn't anyone else in the house. If there was someone sitting on the couch with him, he would be able to see them right now.

However, he was proven wrong, when Devin decided that now would be a good time to actually show himself.

"Hey," Devin greeted as he appeared. Technically, he was there the whole time, but he had the power to be completely invisible to the human eye.

Ricky let out a high pitched shriek, almost falling off the couch as he did so.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ricky asked, beginning to panic. "How the fuck did you get into my house?"

"I walked through the door," Devin shrugged.

"The door is locked," Ricky pointed out. "It has been all day."

"I know," Devin responded. "But I literally walked through the door."

"Th-That's not possible," Ricky said, shaking his head again. "That's not a thing that humans can do."

"Exactly," Devin nodded. "I'm not human, per se."

"You look pretty human to me," Ricky said. "And besides, all those mythical creature things don't exist. That's why they're called mythical."

"Oh, but they are real," Devin chuckled, "and I just so happen to be one of them."

"Yeah, right," Ricky scoffed. "Why don't you prove it, then."

"Whatever you say," Devin grinned, disappearing into thin air.

"Alright, where the fuck did you go?" Ricky inquired, raising his voice again.

"I'm still right here," Devin replied, making himself visible again moments after.

"Alright, this is getting old, just tell what the trick is already," Ricky muttered.

"It's not a trick," Devin snickered. "I'm not a fucking magician or some shit like that."

"What are you, then?" Ricky asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm a ghost," Devin replied. "Look, if you want some more proof, touch me."

"What?" Ricky questioned, giving Devin an appalled look.

"You're taking that the wrong way," Devin laughed. "I mean, like, put your hand on my stomach or something."

Ricky eyed Devin suspiciously, before cautiously moving his hand towards Devin's torso. As he went to touch him, Ricky's hand ended up going right through him.

Ricky let out another scream, pulling his hand away swiftly. As he caught his breath, he looked back over at Devin.

"Who even are you?" Ricky asked. "What's your name?"

"Well, my actual name, I can't just give that away to some stranger I just met," Devin smirked. "But, you can call me Ghost."

"It sure as hell fits you," Ricky responded, rolling his eyes. "And, why are you even here? Why are choosing to bug me?"

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out another time," Devin replied smugly. A moment later, he disappeared again, leaving Ricky alone, dazed and confused.

---------------------------------------------

"Do you think he saw him?" Ryan asked, looking at his husband. They had both heard the screams from next door, and were a bit worried as to what was going on in their neighbor's house.

"I sure hope not," Angelo replied.

"What else would he be screaming like that about?" Ryan inquired.

"I don't know," Angelo shrugged. "Maybe something big fell or something."

"Ange, you just don't want to believe that he saw him this soon," Ryan sighed.

"I guess you're right," Angelo grumbled.

"I mean, we both knew Ghost would pay him a visit," Ryan started. "I didn't think it would be only a week after he moved in, though."

"Exactly," Angelo said. "I thought he would've waited at least a month before he started tormenting the poor guy."

"I'm guessing you wanna go check on him?" Ryan asked, rolling his eyes.

"Yes," Angelo replied. "I do. I don't exactly want to find my new friend dead on his kitchen floor."