Phan stories

Poltergeist

Phil carried the final cardboard box up the many stairs to his new apartment and set it down on the red carpet with a sigh, it had suspicious stains on it but he was to exhausted to be disgusted by them. He looked around the room in front of him which was meant to be a living room but was really just a collection of boxes stacked high with all of his possessions pouring out of them and an old couch in the corner. The walls were meant to be white but had a slight yellow tinge to them as though someone had been smoking in it for a long time, the ceiling had a long trail of cracks in it that would probably collapse on him when he watched tv one morning but he didn't dwell on that thought too much. After  a long day of going up and down stairs with heavy boxes he didn't think the idea of falling asleep was a bad idea and he was soon curled up on the couch that felt as though it hadn't been sat on for decades but at this moment he could've slept anywhere. Soon his blue eyes shut and he lay there snoring loudly, slowly recovering from the stress moving had brought him.

I ran around the apartment wondering where on Earth all of the old woman's stuff had gone, her rocking chair, the grandchildren's photos, the jar of humbugs, her husbands wedding ring, the half finished scarf she had begun knitting, the newspapers and many more of the things she had owned for what had seemed to be forever. And then I walked through the hall and an unfamiliar sight met me, boxes. So many boxes with bright colourful objects threatening to pour out of them. As I crept into the living room I saw an intruder, a Male that I had never seen before, his arm covering his eyes, his black hair now in a messy quiff, where was the little woman who had been here only a matter of days ago. For some reason a huge surge of anger ran through me and I found myself picking up small items from the boxes and throwing them around but that wasn't enough damage, no, I started tipping the contents of each box out and making as much noise and mess as possible that is until he started to awake, I then quickly disappeared.

Phil awoke in fright and his blue eyes grew wide when he looked at all of his belongings that had been emptied on to the floor. He was scared and confused yet he didn't feel unsafe as whoever had done this didn't have a threatening presence. Without any questions or curses being muttered to the nothingness of the apartment or what could be lurking he simply turned on some music and began to repack his things sleepily.

After an hour or so of more tireless work Phil decided it was time for a well earned hot shower. As he went into the bathroom he locked the door, again not in fear but as more of an experiment. As he began to undress himself he turned the shower on and made sure it was extra warm, as he stepped in he notice the door handle move slightly, his breathing became fast in anticipation and excitement at who was trying to get in. And then it became more frantic until whatever was there realised it was locked and seemed to give up. As he ran a hand through his once black hair that was now full of shampoo he noticed that the lock had been picked and the door slowly opened. When he heard footsteps but saw no one come in or leave he then knew exactly what was here. A poltergeist.

Suddenly things started to make sense, the boxes had been emptied because of anger and confusion that what was once here was now gone. Phil felt strange with the idea of someone watching him as he showered especially as it was an old woman who once lived here and the thought of am innocent granny watching him shower made him uncomfortable. But an idea came to mind as he looked at the steamed up glass next to him,

'Are you here'

He wrote with his finger and waited for whoever was there to answer, a few moments later Phil watched as the word,

Yes

Appeared and he smiled to himself at the thought of someone actually being there and hoped he wasn't going insane.

'Did I make you angry?'

He wrote tentatively hoping he hadn't made this spirit to angry.

At first but not anymore

Phil continued to talk to, or rather write, to the spirit that was preventing him from being lonely for the rest of the night and as sad as it seemed that a grown boy would be socialising with a spirit instead of being creeped out by it because it was giving him company Phil hadn't smiled as much in a long time.

I wrote back to him every time he asked yet another question. But yet I still wondered where the old woman had gone so suddenly and why I hadn't felt her presence back here. This boy was kind and I really did become attached to him and wished that I could be right there with him and look into his gorgeous eyes and run a hand through that jet black hair but that would hurt to much knowing he couldn't look back into mine.

As the night went on Phil began to get tired again and decided to ask one final question before curling back up on the uncomfortable couch again.

'What's your name?'

After a few seconds Phil read the reply,

'Dan'

He said it out loud a few times and could've sworn the spirit was sitting next to him but he couldn't be sure.

As he drifted off to sleep Phil couldn't help but wish he had known the boy when he was alive.

"Goodnight Dan"

He whispered and skin after he felt the spirit wrap him in a caring embrace which sent him to sleep with a smile plastered to his face.

Would anyone want a part two of this one?
I actually like the idea of this but Idk if my stories done my own idea justice.
I'm curious to know if any of you have had an experience with a poltergeist? If you have please do comment!!