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Cold (ETHAN): ©Skiller0Dani

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YouTuber I used for this one is smaller but he's really awesome and Markiplier's video editor! His channel name is CrankGameplays in case you didn't know. 

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Song: Ghost by Halsey 

~DaNi

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I unlocked the front door to the new house I bought, stepping inside. To the left, is a living room, and to the right there is a dining room. Off behind the living room in a kitchen and door to the backyard. (It's kind of like the house in AHS Season 1) In front of the front door is a staircase. I set my bags down and take in the house, admiring the aging wood and slight smell of dust. I move into the living room and jump when I see a boy my age emerge from the kitchen. 

"Who the hell are you?" I snap at him, wondering how he got in. He looks surprised to see me, his soft blue hair falling in his eyes. 

"Sorry, this house has been empty for a while and I come here when I want to be alone." He explains with a nervous smile, as he heads towards the front door. 

"But who are you?" I ask him, my tone softer this time and he turns and smiles at me as his hand rests against the door handle. 

"I'm Ethan. Ethan Nestor." He tells me and I send him a shy smile. 

"I'm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." I inform him and he glances back at me once before exiting my house. I gravitate to the window facing the front and notice that Ethan is nowhere to be seen. I shrug it off and return to packing, pushing him to the back of my mind. 

~2 Months Later~ 

I lay in bed, about to fall asleep when I hear a thump from downstairs. I carefully get out of bed, padding my way down the stairs, where I see a dark figure in the kitchen. Part of me feels afraid for a second before through the darkness, I make out light blue hair. I turn the kitchen light on, to see Ethan as he whips around to look at me, there are tears in his eyes. 

"Ethan?" I ask him, carefully approaching him. He back away from me, wiping tears from his eyes. 

"What's the matter?" I ask, reaching for his hand, he tries to jerk away but I catch his hand in mine. His hand is freezing, it's so cold I can feel the chill seep into the bones in my hand. 

"Ethan god, you're freezing, come here!" I exclaim, pulling him into my living room and wrapping a blanket around him. I feel my heart ache seeing him in so much pain. 

"Ethan what's wrong?" I ask him, as he shakes, his eyes focused on the carpet. He doesn't answer me so I take that as a cue that he doesn't want to talk about it. So I do what I know will work, I wrap my arms around him and pull him into my chest. He instantly wraps his arms around me, his skin feeling like ice against mine. 

~6 Months Later~ 

I sit on my bed, against the headboard, laughing as Ethan smiles at the end of my bed. The sun set hours ago, but neither of us wanted him to go yet. 

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him and he looks over at me. 

"Yeah, what's up?" 

"When is your birthday?" I ask and he gives me a funny look before leaning back. 

"October 24th, 1987." He tells me and at first I nod but then I sit straight. 

"1987?" I ask him and he nods carefully, leaning away from me. 

"That means you're 30, which is impossible." I tell him, thinking he's playing a joke on me. 

"No, I'm 20. I would have been 30 this year." He tells me, standing. 

"What are you talking about?" I ask him, noticing the way he said that he would have been 30 this year. 

"Doesn't matter." He tells me, turning to my bedroom door and swinging it open. I push my duvet back as I go after him. I need to know what he means. 

"Ethan!" I call out, seeing him moving down the stairs. 

"Please, don't go!" I plead as I run down the stairs, seeing him yank open the front door. I run once I hit the floor, moving through the open door, seeing Ethan standing at the edge of my property, by the sidewalk. 

"Ethan what the hell is going on?" I ask him, hugging myself due to it being below freezing outside and I'm in my pajamas. 

"I would have turned 30 this October." Ethan says, his eyes looking off in the distance, with a faraway look in them. 

"I would have a wife and kids by now." He says, not seeming bothered at all by the cold weather. 

"You're scaring me." I say, taking steps back from him, feeling uneasy by him. 

"I'm trapped. I can't ever leave." Ethan tells me, turning to look at me. 

"If I try to leave, I'll open my eyes and still be in this god forsaken house. 10 years I've been trying to leave but I'm trapped Y/N." He takes a step towards me and I just freeze, fear in my veins. 

"I'm not here Y/N. But I'm not gone either, I'm somewhere in between." He tells me, taking a few steps back until his left heel crosses onto the sidewalk. I see him slowly disappear and I gasp, my hand covering my mouth. 

"You see it now, don't you Y/N." Ethan's voice says behind me, and I turn to see him standing in the doorway. I slowly nod, my heart beating hard in my chest. 

"Ethan...you're dead." I tell him, my eyes widening. He simply nods, his eyes locking onto mine. 

"How can I help you?" I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"Die." He tells me, his face still, but mine contorts in fear.