brenna pov
i was just casually scrolling through instagram with my boyfriend, daniel, sleeping next to me. suddenly i hear glass shattering downstairs. i recently just moved into daniel's house so i'm kinda scared to find out what broke.
"daniel" i shake him until he wakes up.
"hmm" he answers
"something just broke downstairs, i think it's a ghost." i say. daniel giggles
"brenna, my house is not haunted." he says
"can you just go downstairs with me and check it out?" i ask
"baby, i'm tired." daniel says
"please?" i beg
"what do i get out of this?" daniel says
"knowing if you house is haunted." i say
"baby it's not." he says
"c'mon the ghost might leave soon." i say pulling on daniel's arm.
"okay fine." daniel rolls his eyes.
i take his hand and we walk downstairs, watching where we step. we see that the cabinet was open and that there are broken plates on the floor.
"do you thing logan visited us?" daniel asks
"is that the ghost that haunts your house?" i ask. daniel face palms himself.
we now are fully off the stairs and i keep looking around to see if i see any scary things.
"BOO." daniel yells in my ear and i scream. he starts laughing and i pout.
"your supposed to be the one who protects me, not the one that scares me." suddenly a picture frame with a picture of me and daniel at the beach falls to the floor.
"see!? ghost!!!" i say getting excited, but then i remember what picture it was and frown. that picture was taken on our first date, and daniel was just as awesome as he is today. but that picture meant a lot to both of us, and no it's shattered to pieces. we still have the picture. but we got that frame on our first date too. if this was one of our friends just pulling a prank on us, they took it too far. daniel looks at me upset, i didn't do anything wrong, but he was just as upset about the picture as me.
"baby, you okay?" daniel asks me
i nod slightly as daniel hugs me.
"i know how important that was to you." he kisses my forehead.
"wanna go back to the why don't we house and sleep there tonight?" he asks me while we're still hugging.
"yeah, that would be way better." i say scared of his/our house now.
