Ghost (Phan AU)

Chapter 2

*Hands you brownies*

Nervously, I stepped out into the hallway. To be honest, now I have no clue what to expect. How in the world did a sock get into my room, when there hadn't been owners here in weeks. Never in my life have I seen those socks either. And the fact that a clock was randomly on the wall that I never noticed before. There was definitely something here, whether it was just me being oblivious, and my parents had moved stuff, or if there was a ghost.

I slowly made my way past my parents room, and to the top of the stairs. Nope, nothing there. Reluctantly, I debated with myself whether I should or shouldn't go down there. If there was a ghost I wouldn't know how to react, and if there wasn't, I wouldn't know what would be doing all of this.

My mind raced into all the possibilities of what this ghost, or whatever looked like. Would they literally look like a bed sheet, or would it be an old man. Or maybe it's an old woman with 40000 eyes. I shivered at the thought.

I heard a noise, resembling a man voice muttering, but I think the tired had gotten to my mind. I shook it off and decided to ignore it. Closing my eyes, I opened the living room door, then opened them. Nope, nothing was here. I looked around, behind all of our unplaced furniture, behind the curtains, and still, nothing is here. Lastly, I decided to check behind the door, and nope, nothing there. Tiptoeing, I made my way to the room that was next to this one, which was a bathroom.

I opened to door, after switching on the light of course. My courage had raised, as I hadn't heard or seen anything out of the ordinary. I checked behind the shower curtain, there was nothing they apart from an empty bath. As stupid as it sounds, I even lifted the toilet seat, and as expected there was nothing there.

I walked down the hallway and made my way into the kitchen, which was large, meaning I had more places to search. I started by checking in little cabinets, but as I was reaching up to open a cupboard, I heard sobbing, or muttering, I couldn't tell. Slowly, I turned around, but nothing was there. I began to get more scared now. Something was definitely here, and it wasn't happy. But it wasn't angry either. It sounded sad. Almost depressed.

"Hello..." I whispered, my voice shaking. No response.

"I can hear you, I know something is here. I wont scream, I promise." I said, even though I might not be able to keep that promise.

"You cant hear me, just go back to bed child." The voice replied, sobbing.

"I can hear you actually, and I'm not a child." I replied, but I regretted it as it may have made him angry.

"You can hear me?" He asked, I presumed it was a man from his low tone in voice.

"Yes, I can hear you, but I cant tell where you are, so please come out." I requested, preparing myself for whatever may happen next.

"No, nobody ever sees me. Everybody moves out and leaves me here, I'm not haunting them I just see if they can see me or whatever but they just run away. I'm a God damn ghost and that is all I'm ever going to be." He sighed, I felt weird as I was talking to an empty room.

"I don't think you are haunting, honestly I heard you sobbing, then I was concerned. You cant blame me for that, you know the feeling." I assured him.

"I don't know the feeling, because I feel nothing." He whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Everything is numb, I can't feel anything." He said, which triggered him to sob even more.

"Don't be sad, I can hear you, I can talk to you." I said, at first I thought he was going to be a scary ghost who just wants to kill me, but he seems the complete opposite. I just want him to show himself, I'm starting not to care what he may look like, I just want him to be happy.

"No, I don't want to. You wont be able to see me, I'm still shocked at the fact you can hear me to be honest." He admitted, and I kind of felt sorry for him, but intrigued to find out more, but I wasn't willing to rush him into anything.

"Where are you?" I asked, looking around the blank room.

"I don't want to be found right now, but will you talk to me? I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I even forget that people respond when you talk to them. I've just been talking to myself. Its lonely." He sighed even louder.

"Yeah, sure I will talk to you." I smiled, even though I wasn't sure if he could see me or not.

"What does it feel like?" He asked, I turned my head in confusion.

"What does what feel like?" I responded.

"To touch something, instead of going right through it. To be able to touch soft things and smile. To be able to pick flowers and admire them. Or to lay in bed and feel the covers warm you up, or even a hug. I haven't had a hug for longer than I remember. That's all I want. Just to feel something. Honestly, love your life, because once its gone, you will feel nothing." He sniffled, and I continued to listen before putting a good answer together and replying.

"Well sometimes people don't want to feel anything. But soft things, they give you a feeling, I don't know how to describe it really... " I tried to explain, but failed.

"It's okay, I understand. At least I have you now, I will be happy now." He said happily, which made me smile.

"Now will you reveal yourself?" I hesitantly asked.

"Okay..." He said quietly.

I saw a figure step out from behind a counter, and what I saw left me speechless.

A tall figure appeared, but he was nothing like I expected. He was unusually pale, tall and had brown hair. His eyes were brown, and sad looking. He stood there awkwardly, as he saw my taken aback expression. I shook my head and smiled at him.

"I can see you." I smiled, and his face lit up a little, despite being pale.

"Really?" He said, quite shocked.

"Yes really. Now stop being so sad!" I said, slowly approaching him.

"Okay, I will!" He laughed, which was a different tone to what I had previously heard.

"Well, what do you wanna do now?" I asked, letting him do whatever he wanted.

"What is the time?" He asked curiously.

"Its 11:43pm." I answered.

"Do you go to school, you should sleep or something." He said, looking around the room.

"I should sleep, but I think your happiness is more important." I said truthfully, but he shook his head, and looked to the floor.

"No, go to sleep, its okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I won't let you deprive yourself of your sleep for me, plus time goes pretty fast." He sighed but smiled at me.

I was about to go upstairs when something jumped into my mind, I turned around and he was still there.

"Wait whats your name?" I called back.

"My name is Dan." He replied.

"Great, I'm Phil." I said as I walked up the stairs smiling to myself.

A/n I hope you enjoyed this chapter, this is where the story truly begins so I hope you enjoy it. Are you enjoying that? Yes you areee. Yes I'm in a weird mood! And I feel like I'm being creepy.

Okay il stop now, dont kill me pls.

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