The Attic (Ghirahim x reader🍋)

Chapter 1

Probably not pg I'm sorry.

Just saying, I know its short. It took me 2 hours because I had no plans whatsoever.

-Lemon
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Your pov:

"Ughhh, how much longer until we're there~?" I groaned.

"Shut up y/n. We're only here because of you in the first place ,no need to make us suffer the whole way there." My younger brother, Jamie snapped.

"Well I'm sorry I'm everybody's favourite child." I gleamed.

"Daaad~ y/n's being mean again~"

"Well I mean she's not lying. She is in everyone's good book."

"Even yours??"

"..."

"Well look kiddos we're here!"

We arrived at a British Victorian style manor house. The rusty iron gates which once looked over us, opened warmly and we drove in.

I sprung out of the car excitedly, looking over what was to become a holiday home (for now).

(Let me explain, my Great Aunt Gretta had recently passed, whom I knew nothing about, I hadn't even met her but for some reason she decided that I should inherit all of the belongings that resided within her manor in Britain along with the actual building itself.)

I ran around the car to the boot and quickly grabbed my suitcase -which I hurriedly packed yesterday morning. I opened it up and flung the contents over the floor scrambling for my Ouija board.

"Found it!" I raised the board above my head and exclaimed.

"How are you so full of energy~? Don't you get jetlag you phsyco?" Jamie slurred.

But I was long gone, I was headed straight for the basement, hoping to find a poltergeist or two.

I quickly set up my Ouija board and tried summoning a spirit. (I know I'm not supposed to play alone but I was too excited to care)

But alas, no such spirits blessed me with their presence.

"Fear not," I shouted to myself in triumph, " the attic has not yet been explored!"

I walked this time, making my way up four sets of stairs ,finally reaching my destination.

The Attic.

I sat down cross legged, setting up my Ouija board once again.

"If there is a spirit present, please show a sign or come talk to me."

Then, the planchette started moving. It slowly drifted to 'h' then to 'e' then 'l', 'l' again and finally 'o'.

"If you don't mind my asking what is your name?"

Then the lights flickered.

An old jukebox in the far corner started playing.

I walked over to the jukebox suspiciously and checked out what made it trigger.

As I was walking a glint caught the corner of my eye.

It came from a glass box.

Inside the box appeared to be a black sword with spikes on it and a beautiful crimson gem embellished into the hilt.

This immediately captivated me.

Even standing from a distance I could tell the quality of the blade.

I ran over excitedly and picked up the surprisingly lightweight longsword.

The door slammed behind me harshly and this made me jump. I walked over only to find I had been locked in.

I slammed my fists against the door, screaming at my family several floors below me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

As I was about to turn around a long tongue snaked it's way into my vision and I tried to scream.

Except the fact that this figure behind me had put his gloved hand over my mouth, preventing me from making a sound.

The figure clicked his finger and everything went black.