Imagines and Preferences | Kris Kostov

♡ Ghost Boy ♡

Idk how I came up with this idea but I kinda like this imagine. Also the end is a bit sad.
!don't play this song from the beginning of this imagine, I'll tell you when!
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you recently finished school and moved into a new apartment on your own.
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your pov.

i finally opened the last bag of my clothes to put them into the wardrobe. i smelled something weird for a second but then the smell disappeared.
I shrugged and continued unpacking my clothes.
it feels weird to live alone without anyone but i am starting to get used to it.

after about 20 minutes i finally finished unpacking my clothes and sighed in defeat and walked over to my bed and let myself fall onto it.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the relaxing silence.

after some time I felt some presence next to me and it felt like someone laid on the bed but when i turned around i saw nothing but oxygen.

the next days went on like this. i always felt like being watched by someone but when i turned around i saw nothing.

always when I opened the wardrobe, I smelled that weird smell.

I was getting ready for bed and so I started removing all of my makeup.

my towel fell on the floor so i bent down to pick it up but when i looked back up into the mirror, i swear i saw a very pale boy next to me in the reflection.

i rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times and he was gone again.

this is weird I thought and shook my head at how ridiculous I was being right now.

every night i would feel someone next to me in the bed and sometimes i would see a boy in the mirror reflection.

things would disappear for a few days or hours and then appear again.

i felt like someone was here.

i got ready for bed again when i heard the sound of glass shattering downstairs.

I let my thing drop and ran downstairs to check if anyone was there.

"hello?" i yelled through my apartment.

My glance fell on something on the ground - a shattered glass.

I began to shake and took a knife from the kitchen counter, just in case someone is here and I need to defend myself if something happens.

"is anybody here?" i asked and walked through my apartment. i checked every room and slightly grew anxious when i approached the only room i haven't been to yet - the basement.

"if you're in there", i walked down the stairs,"then you better come out, i-i have a weapon with me"

"as if you would hurt me or anyone else" i flinched when I heard a maskuline voice.

"i've observed you long enough to know that you would never hurt anyone, your heart is way to soft for that" i finally could see him.

he has dark hair and pale skin among with brown eyes which were looking directly into my y/e/c eyes.

"who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" i asked him and he took a step towards me which caused me to take a step backwards.

"i am the one and only kristian kostov" he took another step towards me.

"and how did you come in here?" i asked him and took a step backwards.

"i live here - i lived here", he said and stared at the floor for a few seconds before looking up to me again,"i lived here before i died, i am a ghost you're speaking to" he scratched the back of his head before speaking up again: "you don't need to be scared of me, i won't hurt you, i promise you y/n"