Louis: The house was dark and quiet but for the sound of the microwave as it reheated your dinner. Your dog was standing a few feet away, watching you in the hopes that maybe you’d drop some of that food. You had just pulled the plate out of the microwave when you heard the thump from the front door. “Lou? Is that you?” You called, sitting the plate down and looking out the doorway into the front hall. “What? No, babe, I’m right here.” He walked into the room from the opposite direction of the noise. A small whimper sounded from the dog and you both turned to look at her. She had her tail between her legs, ears tucked back and she was looking at the doorway where the noise had sounded from. You swallowed and turned into Louis when he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I guess I was just hearing things.”
Harry: It was the middle of the night when you woke up with a jolt. Harry was snoring beside you, warming the parts of you that were touching him, but the rest of the room was positively freezing. You blinked your eyes open, focusing on the darkness around the room until you could pick out the shapes. Suddenly one shape appeared that shouldn’t be there, jolting your heart in your chest at the man-shaped shadow that stood over the edge of the bed. A swift kick into Harry’s side had him jerking awake, cursing as he rolled over to hiss a ‘what?’ You couldn’t even speak as the sheer horror of this shadow that leered over you. Before Harry was fully awake, the dark shape flickered before disappearing altogether. “Why’d you kick me?” He asked, curling around you. “I’d like to move, Harry. Let’s get a new house. Tomorrow preferably.” After you quickly explained to him what you’d just seen, Harry tried to reason with you, but by the way that you were so freaked out, he agreed.
Niall: Everything was good and perfectly un-horrifying until you had twins. They were both born without complications, but then when they were two years old, the younger of the two girls got sick and passed a way a few weeks later. The grief was so overwhelming that you hid away all of the photos and videos and memories of your baby girl. You never told the surviving twin that she’d had a twin and for several years it was kept a perfectly good secret until she was seven years old. You and Niall could hear her laughing in her bedroom, moving around, and talking. She still had an imaginary friend that she called Angel and you therefore figured that’s who she was playing with. “Mum! Dad!” She called as she walked out to join you two in the kitchen. Niall reached out to lift her up onto the countertop. “Did I have a sister?” The question made both of you freeze. “Angel says that I have a twin that died. She says that she’s my sister.” It was that moment that you and Niall both realized that your daughter had been haunted by her twin sister for years now.
Liam: You’d both watched plenty of horror movies that always made you laugh at the stupidity of the characters who never moved out of their obviously haunted houses. Somehow, it took far too long for both of you to realize that there was a poltergeist living with you. The footsteps that you heard on the long, cold nights of your first winter, you only assumed it was the usual creaks and moans of a settling house in the winter. Next, bruises bloomed on your skin overnight and both you and Liam assumed that it was just because of your nightly activities and you took steps to be more careful to avoid the marks, but they still appeared. And then, even more oddly, objects began to move around the house. For example, you found half of your silverware sitting inside your underwear drawer, and all of the furniture in your bedroom shifted one inch to the left. Liam proposed the idea that one of your friends had sneaked into the house and moved the furniture. After the lights began flickering and scratches appeared on the walls, you both realized that this sounded like a horror movie.
Zayn: He’d told you not to mess with the Ouija board. “Bad shit happens, love.” He advised you as you got ready to leave for your friend’s house. “I don’t want you to get possessed or whatever.” You’d waved off his words, kissed his cheek, and left for her house. Of course, you still did use the board because it was what all of your friends were doing, but nothing really happened and you went home to Zayn that night feeling no different. You really should’ve listened to him. Over the next few days, you experienced a series of blackouts and each time you woke up with a pounding headache and your muscles were sore as if you’d been fighting something. Zayn was obviously concerned that you were forgetting periods of time because he’d seen you moving around and talking in the spaces of time that you claimed to not remember. And then came the day where you woke up from a blackout, safe in a bed with your whole body aching. Zayn was sitting beside you, more nervous than you’d ever seen him before. “We had to do an exorcism. I told you not to mess with that thing."
