ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

you don't need tricks, treats, and me

// Is he losing his mind or is there really something more to it? //

(i defintely recommend that you listen to the song after the oneshot ends! it may spoil be story for you? however, this is just a suggestion!)

Dallon Weekes was a simple man. He didn't ask or want much. All he ever wanted was a partner and live together in a home near the suburban area where the weather would always be nice to him, wrapped up with a dog by their side. He's sort of had a bad history with the weather. Where the summer beat on him every season. Those two things was all he ever asked for.

He did the first thing for his simple life. Live in an area where the weather patterns were predictable if predicting weather was even possible. Dallon rolled his dice for a place in Georgia where he had his perfect home. Not too big yet not too tiny.

A slate gray with white tones were the outer colors of his home. Two rooms with the basic essential rooms. Dallon never wanted a big flashy house. The house might have been a little rusty in some areas but he was happy that he bought it on his own.

To add, he had brought his dog, Zero, with him. Zero was his dog for four years and that dog was one of his few sources of happiness.

He hoped for the best now.

—

Oh, god, he was so wrong. Dallon hasn't been able to sleep in the first week of his new home. That was an exaggeration as he slept the first two nights but after that, he found it harder and harder to destress by sleeping.

He had spent his days working at a coin laundry place that lasted from 8 a.m. to 10 a.m. To go to his place of comfort and not find any comfort had irked him.

The first week of his living had gone down south fast. It was subtle at first and Dallon had ignored the problem.

There were instances of flickering lights in the beginning. Dallon has excuses it as shotty electricity. Then, it became a little more scary. With creeping floorboards that was heard every night before he slept and rooms getting much colder then they should be. After that, the bar had been surpassed with Dallon finding his white bed sheets to be slightly but noticeably unfolded and scattered. As well as, finding doors opened and closed when he clearly knew he did not leave them like that.Plus, his dog had started whining more often.

The most insane thing he had noted was how he heard someone calling him or how he could feel as if someone was always watching it around him. Especially during his showering times and bedtimes.

When those mental things had affected him, he tried to leave the house as many times as he could. Surely, his gas tank and wallet were taking a toll but he found every excuse to leave his home since he obviously did not want to be in there.

One night, however, he couldn't leave at all due to a severe thunderstorm that was going on around his area. Great, this was exactly what he wanted. Horrible weather and an even perfect setting for some ghost to possess his soul.

He wasn't having it with the spooky things that seemed to always happened around his vicinity. Dallon decided to lock himself in his room which was brightly lighted with candles and the room's light. He was watching the rain while he strummed a ukulele quietly as the small tv across the room displaying the news was playing in the background. Zero was curled up beside him.

Nothing supernatural had happened just yet. Dallon was expecting when the next creak from the floorboards would come or the flickering of lights would occur. He was frustrated with the whole thing. Probably some teen was messing with him, the newcomer.