a book of brallon oneshots

im a bitcy person and im back with a spooky one

since they moved into this house, they were positive it was haunted.

you kind of assume that after a lamp gets knocked off of the desk in your room.

so, dallon was kind of on edge after that and hated being home alone.

thats where he is now.

home. alone.

the house creeped dallon out before everything weird began to happen. he was freaked out when a door slammed shut on its own when his family was looking at the house to buy. he was more terrified when he heard shuffling around in his closet in the middle of the night. he was even more terrified when the air around him dropped in temperature too quick for his liking. he took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the task of rubbing his hands together to distract from the strange feeling of something very cold touching his shoulder briefly.

the air around him made him shiver, his spine tingling at the sensation of the hand gripping his shoulder. "don't be afraid, dally. i'm nice," a voice said behind him, just above a whisper. dallon turned around to see no one there. a picture frame fell from the mantle, the glass shattering across the floor. dallon took a ragged breath and began to look for any possible sources of his paranoia.

after about ten minutes of searching, he concluded that it could not have been a air current that knocked the picture over. he kept noticing a picture of a boy, a very serious one. his eyes were a dark color with hair to match. his nose came together at a point and his lips were plush and soft-looking. dallon ghosted his fingertips across the picture, resulting in the same voice whispering a "no" in his ear.

this put him over the edge.

"who the hell died in this house? christ..."

at that moment, the picture of the pretty boy dallon was just admiring fell from the wall. dallon picked it up and examined it, finding the word "me" messily written in some form of dark red ink (he just hoped to god it wasn't blood).

he put the picture on the coffee table, looking around to see a figure that was about half of a foot shorter than him. he looked exactly like the boy in the picture. he also looked so scared hiding behind the corner he was gripping so tightly.

"h-hi?"

"hello."

"what's your name?"

"brendon."

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happy early fucking halloween this is so bad im too lazy to proofread