Phan Songfics

The Haunting

For: Fuck_you_bitches, SUP BRO? Request number two for you, I've combined your song (The Haunting) and your haunted house prompt. It's not the exact prompt you gave me, but it's still pretty lit.

"Come on in, boy" said the skeletons sitting by her closet door

Dirty secrets, empty memories, and broken hearts across the floor

I was knocked out, heels over head

So you dragged me by my feet to a ghost town, where you buried me

No wonder no one heard my screams

Heat seemed to fill the air, as if it were a woolen blanket, intent on suffocating fifteen year old Daniel Howell as he attempted to combat mid summer boredom with the exploration of the old farm house a few miles down the rode from his own house. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he finally cast his brown eyes on the old estate. Dan was no architect, he knew the house was two things, A) creepy as fuck, and B) rooted in a time far outside of his reach.  A thin coat of chipped blue paint appeared to have been swiped across the siding of the house, an attempt at fixing the place up ages ago. 

The stairs of the porch creaked ominously as Dan began his decent into the eerie abode. Halfway up an ancient staircase leading to the upstairs, Dan ran into a stain that looked like a certain suspicious fluid, and stopped to briefly contemplate turning back. What was he playing at, anyway? Sneaking into old houses on hot July nights, he should be ashamed of himself.

" Well, since I'm going to hell already." He murmured, continuing up the stairs.

As it just so happens, he definitely should have turned back.

 Love's so alive, but it died in its sleep

And now that it's dead, I live in your head and I will haunt your fucking dreams

He eventually came to the realization that literally everything in the House was at least forty years old. Dan continued on, despite the impulse to run. He came to a narrow hallway, the farm house had at least eight rooms.  He wandered down the hallway, peeking in rooms through the doorway. He stopped in front of a picture hanging in the hallway, a boy of about nineteen stood in the frame, a smile in his large blue eyes. He entered the room.

No one will love you like I did

So go on, wear that scarlet letter

No one will love you like I did, will touch you like I did

So good luck finding someone better

Dan noticed everything but the boy.He noticed the holes in the walls, and the stains on the old rickety bed, but he somehow missed the shadowy adolescent.

" James? What are you doing here? I thought I'd lost you forever." Dan jumped back in terror as the shadowy boy flew to his feet, throwing his arms around Dan in an icy embrace.

" I'm sorry, but who are you? What are you doing in a rickety old farm house?" Dan pulled himself out of Phil's cold arms.

" James? How could you forget me?" The boy sounded hysterical. 

" I'm not James! Now, tell me who you are and why you're in here right now!"

" My name is Phil, and I've lived here since I was a ten."