Phan One Shots

~ British Horror Story

British Horror Story

Words: 2732

Summary: Dan and Phil are spirits trapped in a house that won't let the ghosts of the dead pass on and it's Dan's fault they're there.

I watched him from the roof. He laughed with Alexandra - the girl who hung herself in the basement. Everyone who had died in this house can't move on. We're bound to the house by unbreakable chains. I felt so alone - even lonelier than I felt when I was alive and that was pretty lonely but no one knew I existed any more apart from one and that was Phil and the other lost souls. I didn't go near him though.

It's been ten years but ... it's my fault he's stuck in the house with me. I killed him. 

Not intentionally of course. It was an accident but I blame myself for it everyday. He's more like an angel than a ghost. I didn't know anything about him other than what I'd seen from afar - I didn't even know him when I killed him. He was kind and friendly to all the others - trying to cheer them up and make their eternity here more bearable. Not to mention he was gorgeous - completely my type and it messed with my head a lot. I wish I hadn't killed him everyday of my miserable immortality. 

The sound of an engine broke my train of thought. Phil and Alexandra also turned to see a car pull into the driveway. A new family had moved into the house a week ago. I didn't like them very much - rather I didn't like their teenage daughter who was rowdy and played music so loud and talked late on the phone which kept me awake. 

Ghosts can't really sleep but we can fade away for as long as we want - we're still there just immobile until we want to be conscious again. The first few years of living as a ghost I spent immobile so I didn't have to face the world but I quickly got bored and needed to fill my time with something so I didn't go crazy. I ended up watching Phil a lot - the guilt still eating away at me but I ended up messing with the new families a bit for fun and stealing some of their technology to play on. The last family lost quite a few Nintendos and Nintendo games thanks to me. 

My favourite place to be was on the roof - it was my spot. It was the closest I could get to leaving the house. We weren't allowed past the garden fence. A force field type thing trapped us where we were. After ten years being alone didn't bother me as much as it used to and I tried to enjoy myself and keep a positive attitude since I was going to be around for a long time.

I scowled when I saw Nichole - the family's daughter on her phone - running her mouth off as usual. I rolled my eyes because she was going to be gossiping for a while. Although, I could hear her a little less if I stayed in my spot on the roof. I stayed there until midnight and luckily Nichole had fallen asleep which left me in peaceful silence. 

The night sky was clear and the moon shone brightly as well as the stars. I stared up at them lost in thought. Unfortunately my mind went down a rabbit hole and tears stung my eyes as I thought of everyone I'd lost and all the pain I'd caused. I'd usually have a large break down a few times a year and I had a feeling I'd have one tonight. I sat up and felt more tears leak from my eyes as I tried to think of something else.

"Why are you crying?" A voice asked and I jumped, looking up in shock. There he was. Phil Lester. We had never spoken before so I was at a complete loss for words. However, I did try to clean myself up and wiped my tears away - fixing my fringe in the process.

"I-I'm not." I defended weakly and drew my knees to my chest.

"Don't lie." Phil sighed from beside me and I immediately felt bad since I was obviously lying right to his face. There was a long period of silence which was far from comfortable and every glance I shot at Phil I saw him staring up at the stars in wonder.