Sanders Sides One Shots

Haunted {Halloween Special}

Yeahh I couldn't think of a title. Anyways, this is a human AU! None of them are related or look the same. Only a little similar.

Possible Trigger Warning: Slight mention of death
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Logan Sanders was a recent college graduate, graduating at only 19 due to being the top of every class he's done.

He had a good life. A nice job, a nice home. There wasn't anything else he really needed. His life was going exactly as he wanted.

Well, that is, until his most recent assignment for work.

Logan was told to go investigate an old, former neighborhood due to a kid about his age dying there several months ago. They had just recently discovered the exact location of the house after narrowing the houses down after months.

Some people on the team say it was suicide, due to it being such a quiet spot where people would usually never go.

While others think it was murder, due to this house in piticular having sound-proof-walls that would make it harder for people to hear someone scream or cry for help.

So out of all the people on his investigation team to go to the site, they choose Logan to alone, for whatever reason was necessary.

He exited the car that drove him to the house, thanking the driver and telling him to leave. With a bit of hesitanetness, the driver drove away.

Logan has always liked to work....well, alone. And without anyone waiting or possibly watching him. Since, that would be a bother and they would most likely come after him.

He took a few steps towards the house, taking it in. The windows were somehow still in tact, some of the wood on the house seemed to be somehow peeling off, and the wooden steps seemed that they would break if you stepped too hard on them.

He carefully walked up the steps, hearing a creak each step he took. Logan gently opened the door, taking a few steps inside and closing the door behind him.

The floors were a tad....sticky, the walls were a bit scratched up, and there was some blood on....well, a lot of stuff.

This all....puzzled Logan. As he took some more steps forward, Logan felt his foot hit something. He looked down, and saw the body.

It was a boy about his age, quite possibly even a year younger. He had a big, purple bang over his one eye, and eyeshadow underneath both of his eyes. The body still had a black hoodie with purple patches on the hoodie on him.

"Huh. That's...odd. Nineteen and he still hasn't gotten over his emo phase..." Logan said to himself out loud, scribbling down his thoughts on a notepad.

"Actually I am-well, was eighteen." A voice said behind him. Logan jumped a bit, and turned around, seeing the same boy but....for some reason he looked.....transparent.

"Who-who are you?" Logan hesitantly asked. He was sure that ghosts weren't real. Maybe this was just a faked suicide, and this boy was just kidding around.

He sighed and asked, "They didn't tell you, did they?" Logan shook his head in response, which lead the boy to sigh once again.

"Virgil Sangria, dead person. It's a pleasure to meet you." The boy, apparently named Virgil, said, extending his arm.

Logan hesitated, before trying to shake it. To Logan's surprise, his hand went through Virgil's.

Logan's eyes widened as he slowly backed away. "No way.....this can't be real. You can't be real."