Ghost

Chpt. 1 Just Moving In

Akira just happend to move in to his new condo. The house was huge! 4 bedrooms, a nice sized living room with black shiny floors, reset lighting, a built in air conditioner and heater. The dining room had a long white table. The kitchen was gray and white. Stainless steel appliances (refrigerator, microwave, stove). The counter top was white with little shiny sparkles on it and the walls had black, white and gray tiles. The house was perfect for Akira.

But the one thing he didn't know.

No one knows this, but....

The house is haunted.

20 years ago, a boy named Takanori Matsumoto was terribly disowned by his father and mother. They would, sadly, starve him, beat him for things he didn't do, and he would be scarred for his life. A few years later, his father had killed Takanori in his sleep. So now, him and his mother are in jail and their son's spirit is still in the presents of that house hold.

Akira sniffed the fresh air of a new home. Clean, quiet, and very stylish. He walked up the stairs and to the second level of the condo. He went inside the master bedroom, which was huge!! A king sized bed, flat screen television, Large speakers, a walk-in closet, mini refrigerator, its own bathroom. Awesome stuff in that house.

He also went inside the guest bedrooms. They looked quite normal. Just a regularly made beds and dressers. He walked out room and closed the door behind him. He noticed it was getting dark outside just by looking out the window in the hallway.

"Wow...... I can't believe I actually bought this house. All for myself." Akira said to himself. He heard a knock on the door. He went downstairs and opened it. No one there. But there was a package. He picked it up and brought it inside his house closing the door. He read the tag.

"From anonymous? To new home owner." Akira read. He opened the package. There was first a picture of a boy. "Who's this?" he read the back of the picture. It read,"Matsumoto Takanori. Age: 24"

"He's.... So Adorable!!! But... who would send me this?" He finished looking through the package. There was a note. It read:

"Hello, my dear, kill me, gently.

A burned body doesn't leave you.

If you wail that you cannot save me,

Have you at least seen death?

Can I take your ragged breathing, as a fake act?

Under the creaks that rain upon me

The trembling won't stop

I will breake my ties with the pain that

I can only understand whit my mind

Die for me, for me... you can't save it.

It's wrong? Answer me

See, let your eyes

Sway and waver

Beacuse

No lies in spilled tears

My hand... eyes... mind... and breath..

What is left in the end

Are the rotten memories

That have been burned

And the remains

The shadow of the subject

Hate and terror scream togheter,

Seeing the peeling love

Why must this body rot as well?"

Akira didn't know how to react. He read the note again and realized that no one can't just send him stuff like this out of the blue. He noticed that on the back of the note, there was an oddly drawn picture. It was a ghostly boy that's stood and watched with blood as its father was burning in hell along with its mother. Akira bit his lip and looked more through the package. Nothing else. He sighed and walked upstairs to his room after turning the lights off.

"Who sent me that package?" Akira asked himself. He turned over to his side and fell asleep.

As Akira was asleep, a shadow peeped up on the wall opposite Akira. It soon orbed out of the shadow and stood on the end of the bed. That shadow had to be no other than Takanori Matsumoto. He stood there just watched Akira sleep peacefully. The male was quite pretty. Brown hair that was curled at its ends, blonde highlights, black eyeliner and eyeshadow, his lips shiny and soft, soft skin all over. Wore a white black shirt and a pair of black skin tight jeans that more likely complimented his body, and boots that stopped at his lower thigh. He walked over to the side where Akira faced.

"You must the new home owner..." Takanori whispered. He touched the other male's cheek then flinched when Akira moaned in his sleep and turned to the other side of the bed. Takanori blushed and walked to the other side. "Playing hard to get huh?" He chuckled. "It's okay... We'll be best friends once we get to know each other." Another chuckle.

Takanori walked back to the end of the bed. "Tah tah.... for now." He then disappeared with a small giggle that echoed. The ghost is now gone, but not for good.

Author Note:

What did you think of this chapter? I had this in mind. Idk how I keep coming up with these stories. Lol! But yeah. Obviously, the poem that's in the note on this chapter is Burial Applicant. The few verses I wanted to put in the story.