Ghost | phan au

chapter 2

Dan's P.O.V

Waking up was weird, the room was unfamiliar.

I look around and remember where I am, oh yeah the murder house.

I sigh and wipe the tired out of my eyes, getting up out of the bed, I look over at the closet remembering the noises that went on in there last night.

I slowly walk over to it, reaching for the door handle.

"I see you're up" my mothers voice scared me, I jumped and turned around. "Hey mum" I smile nervously.

"Breakfast is downstairs if you're hungry, I have my first day of work today so I can't be late, could you please do some work around the house for me?"

I just nod

"Alright, love you bear, I'll see you tonight."

My mother got a new job as soon as she started looking for places, she worked as a teacher, so finding a job around here was quite easy, and I can see why.

She walked out of the room shutting the door behind her.

I sighed and grabbed a shirt slipping it on, walking downstairs.

Luckily, I didn't have to start school until tomorrow so I had the whole day to myself.. in this very creepy house.

I heard the front door shut and my mums car start.

I look at the breakfast on the table, I grab the plate and dump it into the trash can before putting it in the sink.

I walk over to the couch, plopping down and turning on the tv.

I sat there for an hour or so before I heard something from upstairs, it sounded like something fell.

I immediately get alerted and get up off the couch, I walk into the kitchen grabbing a spatula from one of the boxes and make my way upstairs.

I took soft, slow steps so who ever was upstairs wouldn't know I heard them.

I heard muffles of voices in my room, I look at the door and quickly opening it, holding the spatula in the air.

But I stood still as I saw a black haired boy on my bed, his hair was all I could see as he had dark colored clothing, he was looking through one of my harry potter books.

"Who the fuck are you?" I shout.

His eyes go wide and he dropped the book on the ground raising his arms in a surrendering way.

"I asked who the fuck are you?"

"Phil"

"Okay Phil, what the fuck are you doing in my house, in my room snooping though my stuff"

"Watch your language children could be listening"

"I don't give a flying fuck why are you in my house?"

Could you believe this guy, he had the nerve to tell me to watch my language while he is in my house, uninvited.

"I can explain, well I um" he started before getting up and ran towards the door but I get in front of it blocking his way.

He bit his lip, chewing on it looking like he was trying to think of his next move.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "So"

"Well.. I use to live here and this was my room, and I well I just missed it"

"So you sneak in my house and look through my stuff"