Ghost Lovers (zakbagansxreader)

Chapter 4.

Its been a week and I haven't seen my best friend, Phoebe, at school. But that's when Zak got a call about a haunted asylum. Supposedly, there was something throwing old furniture.

So, naturally, he went to investigate and this time, he took me with him. We were in the asylum, when suddenly, the lights above us started flashing as soon as we stepped under them. Then, in one of the rooms, a tv turned on, but the thing is, its not even plugged into the wall.

Naturally, me being the one to check it out, walked to the tv, but when I got close something literaly crawled out of the tv, like the girl from The Ring crawls out of the tv.

It came out with blood pouring from its.....eyes? Wait it didn't even have eyes! I knew who that was.. that was my best friend Phoebe. She gave me a wink before grabbing me and jumping through the tv with me. She had always planned to get Zak to fall for me and help me.

As soon as we got through the tv and out of another one, she hacked my radio to tell Zak that I was upstairs and whatever was there had me held there. So while she did that I sat on the floor, waiting and she told me, "Stay put. I'm going to lock the door so he thinks that I have you trapped.. Just scream if something is actually here. I'll help if there is. Goodbye for now." I sat there not knowing what to think. Then I heard Zak coming up the stairs, yelling my name. He then got to the room I was in, and hit the door so hard I'm surprised it didn't break. He then proceed to kick down the door.

"Zaky! I was so scared! It had me locked in here. But thank god you got here before it could do anything to me." I had said to him.

Then, I was grabbed by something with a... blue mask? I then proceeded to scream, which alarmed Zak. Then seconds later I saw something or rather someone glitch and twitch in front of me with blood seeping from where her eyes should be but aren't.

"Zak h-help me!" I cried. Zak got up and kicked him in the leg. He picked me up, and carried me out. As soon as we got out he put me down, and he looked down at me. "Hey (y/n) are you okay?" I looked up at him. "Yes, thanks for saving me." I kissed the back of his hand as a 'thank you.' He was shocked and smiled. We walked home hand to hand.