SetoSolace One Shots

Ghost or Spirit

Brice's pov
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I sighed in anger. Me and my friends have decided to try and become famous YouTubers by going into this abandoned haunted house. Now you must be thinking. Brice why are ya angry? Well, thats because this is the dumbest thing in history. There's a legend or myth saying that once you go into this house, you never come out. I love spooky and scary things but truth be told, this is going a little to far.

"Here we are!" Michael shouted (no not Mitch). "Come on Brice! Letz go!" Tore yelled and jumped out of the car. I got out and followed. It was about 6:30 pm so its not that dark out. Were planning to try and stay the night. I know. Its idiotic and stupid.

We walked thew the thick forest for a few minutes until we reached a clearing. "Now thats creepy." Michael said, pointing to a house that was in the middle of the clearing, or well field that was surrounded by a forest.

"This'll be fun." Tore said, rubbing her hands together. I rolled my eyes. We all walked into the field and over to the house. My two friend made me go inside first. yay....

3rd person or whatever
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Brice slowly creaked open the old wood door. "Hello." Brice called out. No one answered. But nearby a small ghost like creature was hiding in the shadows. Curiously watching the blond.

Brice took a step inside, once he did his two idiotic friend came rushing in with their phones. They were recoding, live. Brice sighed, feeling like he was watching after three year olds.

"Hey guys! ThatDudeRem&Tore and Brice here! And today we will be adventuring the old scary haunted forest house. We will be staying over night to see if anything crazy appears or happens." Michael said, facing the camera towards his two friends.

The small ghost like creature leaned up agents the wall. Watching the idiotic group of three walk around. The creature planned of scaring the group away or stabbing them and throwing them into their car by midnight. But the creature had other thoughts when glancing at the blond named Brice. He felt...weird when looking into his blue icy eyes.

The creature quickly shook his head and disappeared into the shadows of the house.

~12...midnight~

Nothing had happened to the group yet. People on Michael's steam started to call the group names and stuff. Well...that was until the sound of a large chair hit the floor. The group jumped and staid silent. "D-did you hear that?" Tore whispered.

The sound of a child's laughter was soon heard, along with creaking floorboards and footsteps. The three quickly got up and ran down the stairs. "Come play with me." A child's voice said creeply. The three now scared to death ran down the dark hall and towards the door.

Brice -behind the two- tripped and fell. His foot stuck in a hole that was in the ground. He struggled trying to get himself free. "Guys!? Guys! Help! Please! Guys!" Brice called out, not able to release his foot from the hole. The sound of footsteps running out the door and a door slamming shut was heard. "Guys! Help! HELP!" Brice yelled, now crying. He was scared, tariffed and didnt want to die.

Soon a ghost like creature had walled up to the curled up blond. His foot stretched out in still stuck in the hole, judging by the now forming bruise on his ankle it was broken. The creature looked at the boy with sorrow filled eyes. He knelt down and touched the blonds shoulder.

Brice moved his arms away from his face, glancing at the ghost creature he immediately screamed. "G-get away from m-me! H-help! Someone! Anyone!" Brice yelled or more like screamed. The creature had covered its ears. He felt extremely bad for the poor boy and wanted to help.

Brice gave up on calling for help after almost an hour. His voice was dry and raspy, tears flowed down his face non stop and he was tired. He gave up. He started praying. He started whispering goodbyes I his family and true friends.

The creature let out a little cry as he watched the poor blond. He launched himself at Brice and hugged him. Brice gasped in surprise. He was surprised that the spirit wasn't killing him or anything. He....he was....confused.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so so so so sorry for scaring you like that. I-i didnt mean to. Oh my notch. I'm so sorry." The creature cried out quietly. He gripped Brice's shirt and cried into it whispering 'I'm sorry' and 'I didnt mean to' over and over. Brice didnt move. He watched in fear.

The spirit looked up at Brice. The two made eye contact. The two felt their faces heat up and both looked away. The creature or spirit quickly got off the blond and looked at his foot. He rose a fist and hit the floor near the blonds foot making Brice jump. The ground broke and Brice's foot was free.

Brice tried to move his foot but couldn't, he couldn't feel his foot or leg which worried him. "Calm. Your anckle is obviously broken. Please dont move it." The spirit spoke softly. Brice did as told and let the spirit pick him up and carry him upstairs and into a room. The spirit layed Brice down on a bed. "Stay here. I'll be right back." The spirit said. Brice nodded his head. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape so he didnt fight...he followed the spirits directions.

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Brice layed on the bed. His foot in a "cast". The spirit was watching Brice as he was slowly falling asleep. The room was silent. "Can you not." Brice whispered, looking at the spirits glowing purple eyes. "Sorry." The spirit looked away.

"Do...you know why I died?" The spirit asked. Brice bit his lip a d looked at the ceiling. "Your parents raped you to death." Brice answered. The spirit shook its head. "No. When I was little, about 12, I had found out I was gay. I told my brothers about it...then..." The spirit bit his lip and silently let tears roll down his face. "They started beating me up every day. I had three brothers. No sisters. My parents were very kind and caring. My brothers on the other hand...weren't. They hit me, punched, kicked, bit...then one day...my brother Joseph came home drunk. Me and my family were eating dinner when Joseph came into the room. He grabbed me and threw me agents the wall and then....be slashed my chest and then stabbed me...in the chest...at the heart..." Brice sat up and looked at the crying spirit. Having your own brother kill you...

Brice quickly hugged the spirit and held him close as the spirit cried into Brice's chest. Brice whispered sweet nothings into the spirits ear and lightly rubbed his back. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." Brice whispered. The spirit pulled away from the hug and whipped its eyes. "Seto." Brice looked confused. "My names Seto." The spirit said and looked into the blonds icy blue eyes. "Brice." Brice said with a smile, looking into the spirits glowing eyes.

The two felt their hearts flutter. And without knowing the two leaned in and kissed. Both felt fireworks as they kissed. Seto sat in Brice's lap as Brice layed his hands on the younger's waist. Seto snaked his arms around the blonds neck, depending the kiss.

They then both pulled away and blushed dark red. Realizing what they just did. "I-i-i-u-um-i-i." Seto stuttered. Brice chuckled which confused the younger. "I liked it. The kiss." Brice whispered and smiled. Seto gave a small smile and nodded. "I-i liked it t-to." Seto whispered.

Brice nuzzled Seto's neck making Seto giggle. "Tickleish I see." Brice purred and licked Seto's neck. Soon biting it, claiming Seto as his. Seto let out a small squeak and quietly moaned, "Brice~" Brice chuckled and pulled away, Seto whimpered at the loss of the blond's touch.

"I'm surprised I can touch you without my hand going threw you." Brice said, now noticing. "Eh. Spirits can make them self's sold whenever." Seto answered. "Oh."

Idk how to finish this so here ya go! Hope ya all in joyed.

Bye!