Haunted [Niall Horan]

~Chapter 2~ Creepy and Weird

~Chapter 2~

Creepy and weird

" Karen, don't you love me?" I asked her while munching on my pancakes. " Why do you even ask Nialler? You know you were always my favourite." She replied from the living room.

" Then why did you forget to clean the bed of your favourite one, Karen? I was so tired after the gig yesterday. But, my bed was not cleaned and Liam being the generous, gentleman he is; cleaned it for me." I said her.

Normally, I wouldn't make a big deal of such things. We are all humans. And, humans do mistakes. That's human nature. But, yesterday was different. I mean, she knew we had a gig and it was her duty to keep our beds cleaned. That would be easier for us because I think we're the messiest boy band. Suppose if Louis' bunk was a mess he would have made a big fuss. Not seriously. But, it's Louis after all. He's the sassiest.

Anyway, I'm not angry with Karen. She's one of the sweetest people I knew. And I know very well that she wouldn't have done it purposely. Maybe she was in a hurry.

" I did clean your bunk, Niall! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?" Karen shouted from the living room.

" No, you didn't. I cleaned his bed, Karen." Liam said smiling as he entered the kitchen.

" I told ya! You should've believed me." I laughed at Karen.

" Are you guys planning to prank me? Really guys? It's not going to work." Karen replied as she walked in to the kitchen.

I looked at Liam. I laughed at his shocked expression. " Liam rarely lies. And you know it, Karen." I told her.

" That's the reason I'm shocked, Niall." Karen told. I reached Liam's hand and gave him a nod asking him to leave the subject. He nodded knowingly.

Karen was a great person. She was never a person to do her job carelessly. She never left her work uncompleted. And always did everything perfectly. That's why I'm confused. Things are getting weirder and weirder.

I left the kitchen while Karen was doing the dishes and grabbed my guitar and sat on the couch. Liam came and sat in front of me. I started strumming it.

" When will they be back?" I asked him.

" It's going to take awhile. It's Zayn. He will take forever to buy a single beanie." I laughed at his response.

I strummed Teenage Dirtbag on the guitar and started singing. It's not that I'm forgetting the notes or anything. It's all I've played for more than three months. But I've always done it. Just playing the guitar before the gig, just to make sure all the notes and everything. It's like your learning everything all the way again. You're never gonna lose anything by learning, right?

Liam had fallen asleep. I placed my guitar by the side and walked to the refrigerator and picked a bag of crisps and started munching. I was watching an old Football game when the lads came back. I switched off the TV and took my guitar again and started to tighten and adjust the strings. I placed it back on the stand and left to take a small nap before we leave to the arena.

A refreshing nap was just what we always needed before and after a show.

**

We were watching a rerun of an old season marathon of Friends when someone knocked the door.

' I'll get it. Must be the pizza delivery boy." I got up to get my wallet and walked to the door. I opened the door. Nobody. What? Really? I'm hungry. I closed the door as soon as possible when the realization hit me. How can I be so stupid? It really must be a fan. I locked the door and leaned on it and breathed heavily. How did they know where we stayed? I really admire their enthusiasm. But, the real problem will occur when the paparazzi get involved. I don't even want to think about it. It's my worst nightmare! Being mobbed by paparazzi.

" Who's at the door Niall?" It was Louis.

" Nobody. I think maybe a fan." I replied.

" How do they even find out? It's better to see through the peephole before opening Niall." Liam said.

"I know." I nodded.

" Anyway, we're going to go. You get some rest Niall. Your knee is swelled. I don't care if you're not tired. But. Your knee is really in need of some rest." Zayn told me while eying my knee with a concerned look . All the boys nodded and left to their hotel rooms leaving me alone in my room.

And here I had plans to have dinner with them. And I still did not get my pizza delivered. I'm hungry. I stood up and grabbed a can of Pringles. I was eating it while watching TV, when I heard something.

It wasn't a bang or a crash.

It was a faint whimper. I swear I heard it.

It was more like girl crying. I got up and walked to the door and looked through the peephole. Nope, no one. But, I heard it close. It was more like someone was trying to acknowledge their presence to me. I don't know. What am I even thinking? Maybe it was the wind.

I walk to the couch and sit down. I think I'm tired. That's why for the past few days even for a small strange occurrence my mind always drifts to a place where I never wanted to even think or reach. I know I heard the noise. But, It's just nothing. It's just the wind trying to scare me.

I really should stop watching horror movies. Or I wouldn't be able to survive another tour.

I know the perfect way to distract myself.

My Guitar.

I run to my guitar stand and grab my acoustic guitar. It has always been my cure for a peaceful mind. I grab it and go to the couch. I place it on my lap and start playing it.

What?

I can remember very well that I tightened the strings before we went for our performance.

The whole scenario ran through my mind. The argument with Karen, awkwardness, and then strumming my guitar with Liam sitting opposite to me.

It was like a flashback in a movie.

A flashback from the morning running through my mind.

Yes, and I know I tightened and adjusted each of the six strings on my own. Each carefully and individually.

So, now I know that I have to stop being in denial.

Because, whatever that's happened in the past two days were so much more.

It's not okay to be in denial, when I am aware that the strange things happening are not just anything.

There has to be some force behind all this.

And I'm going to find out who or whatever is behind all this. Yes, and I'm going to find answers as well.

This time I'm not going to ignore.

I feel my hands start to shake when I start adjusting and tightening each of the strings. I get up and walk to the stand and place it back on the stand.

I'm not going to just ignore the person who's playing my guitar. It's mine. My baby.

I remove my phone from the charger and walk to my bed. I remove my sweats and pair of pants and get into the covers.

I slide my phone. The time is 11.45 p.m.

I slowly press the voice record icon and start the recording mode. I slowly place it under the lamp at the side table and switch off the lamp.

The room is in complete darkness.

I never believed in spirits. But, I think I'll have to research about them.

My eyelids are heavy and I close them in tiredness.

**