It took a while to do it, but I finished cleaning the basement. "Wow, I am impressed," Francis smiled looking at the basement. It took forty hours nonstop. "Today, we can find where you are, but we won't be able to do the deed till the weekend. I have work tomorrow on Monday, and I have no idea if my job will let me work from home or not," I told him, wiping the sweat off of my forehead. "Sounds good, again, I have a lot of time," he said pointing to his body. I nodded and started looking around the floor.
"Have you maybe thought they put you in the walls?" I asked, confused but he shook his head. "I saw them shove my body into the floor," he said sadly looking down. "Where is it then? Do you remember?" I asked stepping towards him, but I felt a floorboard creek in an almost eerie way. I stopped once a shiver went up my spine. I looked to Francis and back to the floor.
"There," He said plainly as I quickly removed my foot from the spot. I bent down as he watched me with sadness. "I need something to lift the floor," I said, looking around for a tool bag. "Give me a second," I said, standing up to walk to the basement closet. Opening the door, I started to look inside it carefully. "Found one," I said smiling taking out one of those tools to lift a floorboard.
I turned to Francis, who still looked a bit sad. "So are you sure I won't be like a zombie?" Francis asked worriedly. "No, there are different spells. You would be a walking pile of bones if I used something like that. I plan to turn you alive with skin and hair again, where you will be able to eat food and shower. I have a spell like that," I told him, and he stared at me in disbelief. "Really?" He said, shocked. "Yes, but it will take some time. I need to get supplies ready," I smiled at him.
"I think we will need to do everything down here," I said, taking out a chest. "What is that for?" He asked, confused. "To put everything in. I hope you don't mind," I told him. "N-no it is alright, do what you need to do," he laughed nervously. I nodded sadly as I walked back to the spot on the floor and stuck the tool between the floorboards, and lifted up until it finally popped open.
I stench hit my face that I could not describe. It made my stomach turn wanting to throw up. Francis noticed my face getting uncomfortable. I shook off the smell so as not to offend him. I looked in the place where the floorboard was missing and saw a bag that looked really old. I took out some gloves and a flashlight to take a look. I turned to look at Francis, who just stood there eagerly. "Are you okay so far?" I asked him. He turned his head to me in a sad manner and forced a smile. "Of course." He smiled at me.
I started to breathe out as I pointed the flashlight at the old bag once more. "Here goes nothing," I said nervously, reaching into the floor to get the bag out. It was a bit heavy, but I did not mind the weight. I set the bag aside and bent down to open it. "Francis, are you okay so far?" I asked, looking up. Yet, he was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared somewhere. The lights started to flicker on and off, making me uncomfortable.
"That is not funny, Francis!" I yelled, opening the bag to take a look inside. There was no response, though. Maybe he got scared and ran off somewhere to be alone. It is his body, after all. I would be horrified to look at myself if I were in his shoes. As I looked in the brown bag, I saw his skull. I lifted it to look at it carefully. "You know..... when I was alive, my favorite thing to do was be able to put ribbons in my hair" Francis's voice suddenly came out of nowhere.
I looked up at him, smiling sadly. "So now you show up?" I laughed through the sad aura. "I needed a second to compose myself," he laughed, looking at the bag. I quickly ensured nothing fell out, tying the bag closed to be put inside the chest I had taken out. "Now then, all that is left is to get the materials to do the deeds," I joked, standing up to walk upstairs. "The deeds?" He asked, confused. "Sorry, it is American slang that I heard about from college," I laughed nervously.
Francis nodded at the thought and followed behind me. "So, what do you need?" He asked, confused. "Well, the most important thing I should get first is already taken care of. I will explain more later," I said, walking to the kitchen. I took off my gloves, throwing them away as I started to wash my hands.
"Would you like to watch tv while I am gone tomorrow?" I asked him, wiping my hands dry. "Oh yes, please," he smiled. I nodded and walked to the sofa to take a seat. "Arthur, have you ever loved someone who betrayed you?" Francis asked suddenly. "Wow, That was forward," I laughed a bit. "Sorry, I hope it was not too personal," he said apologetically.
"Well.... there was a girl in college. She had said she loved me, and I believed it. She ended up leaving with one of my friends. But that was two years ago. I try not to think about it," I smiled a bit, trying to change the subject. Francis looked at me with sadness. I felt worse for him, though. His lover only wanted his money, and I am sure it hurts.
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A ghost story (FrUK)
FanfictionArthur is a young graduate who was suddenly cursed to see ghosts. moving to France, he thought it would be exciting to finally be able to practice some of his magic in peace and privacy. However he will soon meet a broken hearted ghost from the 17t...