Ghost Boy (S.M)

two

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Once I walk through the big wooden front door, I stop in my tracks. The house isn't what I was imagining at all. I was imagining a more modern and 21st-century look. After seeing the front of the house, I'm not sure why I thought this. The interior gives a 70s feeling. The walls and supports are mostly wood.  It reminds me of a smaller version of the house from Knives Out with Chris Evans.

"Mom?" I call for her as I take a few more steps into the house. After what I'd just seen from the window, I didn't want to be alone in here. "Mom?" I yell a bit louder.

I notice to the right there is what looks to be a living room with a grand fireplace. The whole house is still empty. My mom told me no one has lived in this house for a few years now. We won't get furniture for a few hours, till the moving trucks get here.

I slowly walk down the hallway, passing a wooden staircase to the upstairs. But with every step, I take the wooden floors creak.

"Mom, where are you?" I continue to yell as I make my way to the back of the house where the kitchen and dining room are. Still, there is no reply. I can't even hear footsteps. The only thing I can hear was the constant creaking of the wood under my feet.

"Sammy?" I call. "Guys this really isn't funny."

I walk into the kitchen seeing a modern island and dark green wooden cabinets. I walk around the island and find a door to the backyard in the corner of the kitchen. I slowly make my way to the door, reaching out to turn the doorknob when the kitchen light starts to flicker. I gasp, as it takes me off guard, and turn around to look at the lightbulb.

I take a deep breath and move towards the light.

All of sudden the door opens behind me and I jump around screaming. My mom stares at me before she bursts into laughter.

"Are you okay?" She chuckles, with a phone to her ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine, totally, totally fine." I give her a fake smile and I try to catch my breath.

She puts her hand on my shoulder before walking past me. "I'm on the phone with the movers." She whispers pointing at the phone. "You might want to go find your room before Sammy chooses his first."

She turns around and leaves the kitchen. I let out another breath and lean on the counter. "I'm losing it," I mumble, rubbing my hands on my face.

I've never believed in the supernatural. I've certainly enjoyed TV shows about them but I never actually thought they were real. I have to admit I've even hoped they were real. The world would be more interesting if they were.

I push myself off the counter and walk up the same stairs I saw before. Once I get to the second floor I immediately got colder, so cold I hug myself.

The last house I lived in was the only house I've ever lived in, so I've never gotten to pick my room before. It isn't as fun as I expected. I opened the final door on the floor to see Sam already unpacking some of the things that he had in a backpack.

He looked up at me and we both sort of stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. "This room is taken." He tells me in a snobby tone.

"Clearly." I huff, closing the door.
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By the time night fell, I had chosen my room and already unpacked all of my things. I didn't bring a lot of things, just clothes, decor, my books, and some furniture.

My mom, Sammy, and I all did my bedroom first so my room was done before everyone else's. Surprisingly, I'm happy with my bedroom, it's nice and large. My room also has a window seat facing the front yard which I really like. I've always wanted one of those when I was a kid and I can see myself reading lots of books and doing homework on it.

My bed is in the middle of the room and on the opposite side, in front of it, is my desk with my iMac. The walls of the room are a light blue and it is a lot less creepy than the rest of the house.

I must admit I am a little nervous to go to bed tonight. Once it got dark it got so much creepier than it already was. Plus, to top it all off, there is a storm coming. It already started raining but apparently, it's going to turn into a big thunderstorm. Which is just perfect for my first night in my new creepy, maybe haunted, home.

I decided the best way to calm my nerves was to read. Recently, I've been reading Harry Potter and the sorcerers stone. I thought it was about time since I was almost 17 and had never read or watched the movies. So, I put on some comfortable socks and curled up on my new window seat. I don't feel as aesthetic as I'd hoped but it's still nice, even if the rain was starting to get louder and louder.

After a while, the thunder started to shake the house, but I tried to not think about it. I had never been afraid of thunderstorms, actually, I quite like them, but there's something about this place that isn't right.

Everything was fine until I started to get colder. It started small and not that bad, but soon I needed a blanket. Sadly, the blanket did nothing at all. It was so cold my fingers were starting to feel numb. I felt like an ice pack was surrounding me.

After a more few minutes, I can't take it anymore. So, I get up and throw the book on my bed. The farther I get from the window the better I feel. Weird.

All of a sudden the power goes out, causing me to jump. At this point, I am sick of getting scared today. With my hands out, I walk to my nightstand, where my phone is.

I'm almost there when lightning strikes, giving me a small glimpse of my surroundings. In the corner of my eye, I see a man standing by my window. It's only for a second, but a second is all I needed to be frightened. I scream so loud I think the neighbors can hear it. Then I bolt to my door. As soon as I touched the handle, I flinch back. It's ice cold. So cold, it burns my hand.

I try again and this time it doesn't feel as cold but worse, it doesn't budge. The handle won't turn at all. It's as if someone is holding it shut, with an impressive grip.

I bang on the door. "Please! Let me out!" I scream so loud my throat starts to burn.

Another flash of lightning occurs, only, I wish it didn't. Standing right next to me, I see a flash of the same man. I can't see his face only an outline of blackness.

I scream even louder. "Let me out!" I yell, as I desperately tried the handle again. Still nothing.

It may not be rational, but the only thing going through my mind is if I don't get out, I won't survive. The man will hurt me or do even worse. I have to get out of this room. I can't stay here.

I bang and I scream, trying everything to the point it feels like ages, but it could have only been seconds. Finally, the lights come back on, and as soon as they do the door opens like nothing ever happened. I took one step out of my room before everything goes black.