Your friendly ghost (a 5SOS fanfic)

How it began

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I'm Kris. Kris Leighton. I died at 19 after being murdered by a stranger that intruded our home. Wow, that's really straight to the point, isn't it? However, I didn't die for nothing, and here's the story of how everything happened.

Our parents had to go out of town for a couple hours to deal with an issue regarding the house mortgage, so my 13 year old younger brother, Cole, and I were left alone that day.

At a young age, having the house to ourselves was like a step of freedom for a while. We bought a bunch of snacks and sodas at the nearest convenience store, switched the lights off and closed the curtains, then turned the TV on to the new horror movie that's been spooking every watcher lately. Our dad never allowed us to watch anything that is horror, even though it's the movie genre that kind of brought him and our mom together. Mom got so scared at the theater that night, she grabbed the hand of the stranger next to her. 2 years later, got married to that person, then popped me out a year after.

My brother and I were having fun launching popcorns at each other during jump scares. When the movie ended and the credits started rolling, I looked at the time on the phone and immediately bolted after seeing the notifications I received about 10 minutes ago.

My screen was filled with missed calls from our parents, but what made me panic further was after a few scrolls, a message in full caps from mom that read -

Mum 04:13 PM July 23

"KRIS, WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING?! PLEASE LOCK THE DOORS AND HIDE!"

I have left my phone on silent mode for the movie. I'm guessing Cole did too. The house telephone hasn't been working properly since yesterday. I tell my brother to go upstairs and grab whatever he can use to protect himself.

After instructing him what to do, we heard a creak from upstairs. My anxiety rose up immediately. We were minutes too late. A stranger has already broken into our home.

A woman, probably in her mid 40s, walked downstairs like normal. She wore worn down clothes, ripped and dirty. She lowered her black mask, smiling. "How was the movie?" She asked, as she pulls out a big knife from behind. We didn't respond and slowly walked back. I don't know how long I could keep calm any longer, but if there's ever a chance for miracle in this to get us out of this alive, I swear to live my life better.

The stranger laughed suddenly before starting to trash our furniture, cussing and screaming. For a second, I thought she was stupid. With all that commotion that she's doing, our nosy neighbors must've been alarmed.

I covered Cole's ear to prevent hearing foul languages. I looked back at her again, it seems to be as if she's looking for something. She rushed towards us, pointing with the knife, "The box!?" She screams.

Cole started to cry a bit and I tried to hush him. Seeing my brother in such state, I knew right there that I'm gonna have to do something insane. I pulled Cole behind me. He clutched on my shirt. Within seconds, the woman swings her knife at me. I tried my best to dodge it, but got cut deep on the back of my arm instead.

I tried to prevent the rest of her attacks. At what I thought was the right time, I dashed to her and gripped on her hands that held the knife. I deepen my nails to her wrist, thinking she would let it go.

It was a mistake.

She had another but smaller knife hidden under her belt. She took it out with her other hand and looked me in the eye. My eyes were filled with terror. I couldn't move. I was frozen in place knowing I have no other possible attempts to prevent whatever she'll do next.