BoyxBoy Oneshots

Tombstones (nb)

Hi. This story isn't exactly boyxboy, it's more.. personxboy because the main character in this is non binary because I thought of doing something different for once..but I hope you read and enjoy this nonetheless!
Also I imagine the non binary character in this (the persons pov it's in) to look kinda like the guy in the video up top.
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I listened on as the night sky cracked and thundered, rain pouring down by the gallons from it. I was on my way to my new home I inherited from my dead great uncle, in my old ass car, and I was absolutely shaking with anxiety and disgust. It was a home in the middle of no where and right smack dab in the middle of a graveyard. It was a place known for mysterious sightings and dead man walking. It was place of hauntings and filled with devious creatures. It was a place of the dead..so I've heard.

I honestly didn't believe in all that ghost and demon shit. I found it utterly stupid and unrealistic, and not to mention that there is zero proof of anything like that existing..no proof that isn't fake.

The only real valid reason I didn't like that house is because it's old and is miles away from actual civilization, and the only reason I'm being forced to live in this house is because I have no where else to go and my parents kicked me out. They were tired of having their 23 year old child living in their home with no where else to go, they were tired of having to look at the sadness on their broke ass child's face, so they sent me to live here. How..fun.

A lightning bolt suddenly struck out from the sky and down onto the road in front of me. I let out a loud screech and nearly swerved off the road in the suddenness of it all. And in that moment I came face to face with the old eerie and creaky house up on the nearby hill, in all of its tombstone and foggy glory.

If this was a horror film, now would be the time the eery music starts playing.

I pulled up into the driveway of the old house and turned my car off. I sat in my car for a good 5 minutes, staring into the dark abyss that is one of the dirtied windows, before I finally had enough motivation to get out of my car and check out the house.

I sighed heavily and got out of the car. I slammed my car door shut and looked around at the uncanny gravestones. Webs and spiders and all different kinds of bugs littered them all and all the plants and grass that once lived was now mostly dead. This place was nothing but a bunch of death.

I shivered in disgust. I couldn't stand this place already, but I had no where else to go so I was just going to have to deal with it.

I walked over to my car on shaky legs and popped open the trunk, pulling all my bags out (the place was already filled with furniture) and slamming it right back shut. I slowly made my way up the driveway and to the door. The door was covered in chipped paint and old spider webs, and when I opened it up it creaked so loudly that Satan probably even heard it.

The place reaked of death.

I tossed my bags down onto the floor and flicked on the light switch, the lights flickering slightly but managing to stay on.

My parents already came down to this place and "fixed it up some" for me. The inside of the home was dusted and furniture was either added or cleaned off and dusted off.