what if ↬ stray kids imagines

ghost - lee know

requested by m4tch4_

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you looked on your side when you heard your door slammed closed and your window swung open as the cold breeze trailed the curtains and the whole room.

you gulped and just tried to ignore it, continuing your homework. until the doors of your closet slowly getting opened as well with the creaking sound it makes.

you started sweating on, a cold sweat that rolls down your temple. as something really fell from somewhere, it was a picture frame that hangs on the wall.

after a few moments of just ignoring what's happening in your room, the study lamp in front you suddenly flickered, on and off.

after a few times of gulping as well, you ended up dropping your ballpen but never mind to pick it up by the possibilities you thought when you'll did that.

until something cold wrapped against your right foot tightly that made you flinched and scream, "aah!!"

you tried kicking off but it won't get off your foot. but then as you looked down the table, you literally screamed your lungs out after seeing a pale white guy, "AAAaaAaAaAAaAaAAAaAHHHhhHhH!"

and running to your bed, wrapping yourself on your blanket, praying for your life before your blanket could flew, leaving you shivering.

without trying to open your eyes that were squinted close and glancing at whoever pulled your blanket off, you took all of the pillows and plushies on your bed and threw it somewhere, wherever it could land.

and when you felt that you can't throw any of them anymore, you slowly opened your eyes, trying to peek over in front your bed but saw no one.

instead, you saw someone sitting on your study table with your peripheral vision.

and because you were brave enough cause of your prayer, you darted your gaze at it and saw the pale white guy, staring at you with that scary face he got, but still is handsome.

"w-who are you? what are you doing in my room? a-are you a thief? d-don't kill me!" you yelled.

"uh..you can still see me? oh you're that scared." he then stood up and threw himself onto the swivel chair afterwards.

"a-are you a ghost? oh gosh no, no, don't tell me you are." you shook your head for a few more times and reached for your phone.

"i am." he then smiled.

"you are?! shit so you're the one who was scaring me since earlier?" you asked, still shivering.

"yeah, well i'm a ghost, that's my job." he simpered and span himself.

"oh, so why did you chose to scare me though?" you asked, and slowly getting you scary ass off.

"i don't know." he shrugged.

"seriously man? do you have a name? what's it?" you sat up normally as if you were just talking with a living human.

"uh, i don't know." he again shrugged.

"tsk. why do ghosts forgets their names and the important details but never forgets things like talking? it's just like with those who have amnesia, why is it though?" you sighed with your own question.

"hey i'm the living proof that tells you're wrong." he spoke out.

"no you're not, you should've said you are the died proof that tells i am wrong." you hissed and threw him a look.

"why are you still up this late anyway? you should've be sleeping so you won't get experience scary stuffs." he told you.

"oh, i'm still doing my homework, how about you? oh, i forgot, you're a ghost and you scares me. aish!" you laughed at yourself, so did he.

"go to sleep early next time okay? so that you won't look like a stupid person again, screaming her lungs out as if there's no more tomorrow." he then stood up and disappeared in front you.

"good night, i guess?" you uttered.