Mention of suicide and murder and there is character death!!!!Read at your own risk!!
Things have been weird. As I am a college student, my parents expected me to move out. I did. I moved to a two floor apartment, where I thought I could reside for at least a couple years until I got enough money to get a full house.
But that's not the weird part I was talking about. Things have been moving, doors creaking, lights turn on and off.
Its been going on ever since I stepped foot into the doorway.
For hours by now I've been unpacking. Its been a week since I've come here. I decided to take a break.
But as I thought, one of the cabinets in my kitchen opened slowly and slammed shut. The oven turned on and off.
This was it, Im going to do something.
An hour later, I had set up cameras in the most common places of activity:
The stairs for footsteps.
The TV where it would constantly turn on and off.
The entrance to the hallway next to the stairs where I would swear to hear whispering.
Finally, the window where I would also hear whispering and the blinds would move without any air conditioning in the room.
I stood in front of my couch satisfied with my work. But the camera by the stairs showed a figure in the screen. He wore a black jacket, eyeshadow (or he just had serious eyebags, I didn't know), and had a brown fringe. (Yes Virgil has a fringe) But his clothes were ragged and ripped. His eyeliner looked as if his was crying for hours. It was dripping down his face.
His lips were moving, but no sound came out. I figured out that I had the audio off. I turned it on.
"-ear me? Please tell me you can hear me." I was wide-eyed.
"I can hear you loud and clear" I needed to be confident. Who knows what he could be capable of?
"Good."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Virgil. I lived with my roommates in this apartment twenty years ago."
This couldn't be happening. My house isn't haunted and Im not talking to a ghost.
"Would you like to meet my friends?"
"There are more of you guys?"
"Well, duh."
"Okay, I would love to." Soon enough, the screens by the tv, window, and hallway were filled with figures.
One was a prince type. He was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. His sash was ripped and he had stab wounds in his chest and stomach. He stared at me with his head cocked to the left.
The second looked like a teacher. Like the prince, his eyes were bloodshot as well. He had a worn out black shirt and tie, which was partially undone. He had glasses as well. His head seemed to have a bullet hole in one side with blood dripping from the side of his face. Also like the prince, he just stared blankly at me with his head cocked to the left.
Finally, was a man with a slightly ripped blue button-up. He had a grey cardigan wrapped around his shoulders that also looked undone and was sliding down his right shoulder a bit. He also had glasses like the teacher. Next to him were two kids, a boy and a girl. I was thinking he must've been a father.
But he was very distinct from the other injuries. His had a large wound in his neck, a missing eye, and his mouth sown permanently into a smile.
"Let me introduce you to Roman, our crazy and creative friend, Logan, the nerd, and Patton. We will not speak of his past life." I nodded.
"Wait why?" As soon as those words left my mouth, Roman and Logan slid their fingers across their necks slowly while looking at me. I decided to shut up.
"Who are the kids?"
"Those are his niece and nephew, Preston and Missie." I nodded.
"So, what happened to all of you? You all look awful" I continued. "Also, why won't Roman and Logan talk? They're both so creepy because of how they just stare at you."
"I honestly don't know. Ever since Patton was killed. They've both been silent. Logan soon shot himself as a suicide and then Roman was murdered in your very bedroom." I nodded again. I understand now.
"You guys stayed because you didn't die in peace?" Virgil smiled and nodded.
"Its what we've always wanted."
"And may I ask, how did you die?" He stopped and thought for a moment.
"I committed suicide as well but I honestly don't remember how." He shrugged.
"I do" We looked over to see Patton was talking. We waited for an answer.
"Virgil, you did not commit suicide. You died when this building burned down. We...we caused the fire. We couldn't live on with you so we killed you ourselves."
"W-wha-you?!" Virgil looked as if he was gonna cry. But at that moment, the ceiling above me cracked.
"Virg-" I was cut off.
"It was true. We messed with the electrical circuts and kept the oven on for hours while you slept."
"Uh Virg-" The ceiling cracked more. It spread to the other parts of the lower floor.
"You killed me because of your own desire?!" They all nodded. I heard pipes creak and the ceiling dipped and crack more.
They sat arguing for a few minutes before the ceiling finally fell in. I was soon crushed and suffocated under the rubble, causing my fate.
But everything soon came back and I saw firefighters digging my body out of the pile of ceiling pieces.I felt a cold hand on my shoulder to see it was Virgil.
"Welcome to the other side, Thomas"
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Man, I need to stop making everything more angsty than it has to be. I feel like this chapter was supposed to be funny. Welp, sorry BBCAnimeFangirl.
Goodbye my precious smol sprinklets!!
Mama sprinkles out!!
