I sat in my bed reading my book, the house dark and quiet when I suddenly heard something that made me jump like a groaning or a moaning in the darkness I was terrified I got out if bed and got my hockey stick going out to the hall the house pitch black with the orange misted moonlights from the harvest moon that hangs in the sky, The sounds of the wind hitting the windows and the walls chilling the house and making the floors into ice I kept hearing the noise it sounded like a ghost or a monster in my house so I kept though the house and tried to find the source of the noise so I kept going over to the other bedroom in the house, I tried to see anywhere else in the house incase I was wrong however I heard the noise coming from the other room the unearthly ghostly whaling and moaning so I kicked open the door and started swinging my hockey stick
"Aaaaahhhhh! Y/n! What the hell!" Thomas screams as he sat in his bed
"i heard a terrifying noise" I said
"yes it's fine nothing to worry about" he says
"what was making the noise?" I ask him
"okay firstly none of your dam business, secondly you thought you heard a ghost and your first thought it's to start waving a fucking hockey stick around!" He says "thirdly! You have a hockey stick by your bed!"
"in case if ghosts and burglaries" I answered "why where you making ghost noises Thomas?" I ask
"I was jerking off alright! Now can you please stop pointing that dam hockey stick at me" he complained
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Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2
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