dreamnotfound / gream • one shot / short story book

there's a ghost in my home

feels ahead

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George didn't know what to expect when he moved into his new home. He expected the leaky ceilings and the creaky floors because he wasn't that rich and didn't want to spend extra money on a home without these qualms.

But what he didn't expect was seeing the reflection of a boy, about his age, standing behind him in a mirror. He didn't expect the loud footsteps at night roaming the halls. He didn't expect the doors that would open and shut as if someone living were trying to prank him. He didn't expect to see flashes of light zip by out of the corner of his eye. And he definitely didn't expect whatever ectoplasmic being living in his home to try to talk to him.

You see, George's first encounter with the ghost he called 'Dream' was somewhat innocent. He'd heard wheezing laughter after he stubbed his toe. The sound made him immediately ignore the pain in his toe as he looked around to see if something was making that noise.

The second encounter was much more terrifying. George had just made it home from a long shift at work, he was tired, both mentally and physically. Having spent hours in front of a screen coding aspects of a game for a company. His eyes burnt from staring at a bright screen for so long as he entered his bathroom. He turned the water on, sinking his face lower to splash water onto it. When he looked back up from the towel, he could've sworn he saw someone leaning against the doorframe. He swore he saw a green hoodie and blonde? hair. But when he turned around this apparition was gone.

George often felt cold masses of air practically pass through him, making his blood run colder.

For about a week, everything was peaceful. Until one day when his friend Nick was visiting. A flash of a green hoodie and mop of blonde hair zipped by the couch and was gone. "Nick did you see that?" The brunette asked, pointing in the direction of where he'd seen the poltergeist.

"I didn't see anything, is this about how you think this place is haunted?" Nick laughed, looking at George. "C'mon George ghosts aren't real."

SLAM! The door to the bathroom was forced shut loudly.

"What was that, Nick?" George grinned, his ghost proving his point.

"Maybe you should call a priest and get rid of that thing then." Nick refocused on the movie.

"Having a ghost around is better than being alone all the time." George frowned, watching the pointless movie Nick put on the television.

"You know when normal people get lonely they like buy a fish or something." Nick joked, hearing George sigh. "And you can call me, I know I'm busy a lot now but that doesn't make me gone."

Finally, George woke up in the middle of the night one evening, hearing the clanging of bowls in his kitchen.

"Dream!" He shouted angrily. "I'm trying to fucking sleep!" He yelled into the hallway.

"Sorry!" A voice came from the kitchen and the bowls stopped.

George muttered a thank you, holding his temples and turning on his heel before stopping dead in his tracks. "Did you just say sorry?" George turned back around and turned his hallway light on.

No response.

"Dream?" George creeped through the hallway, peaking his head into the kitchen before turning the light on. Standing- more like floating in the middle of the kitchen was the boy from the mirror. George let out a shriek and the boy jumped.

"You can see me?" The boy asked and George nodded frantically. "You can see me!" The boy jumped (floated) up and down happily.

George's eyes widened at the literal apparition in front of him. He was correct about the blonde hair and green hoodie, but on a set of transparent legs were a pair of black jeans.