I Can't Even [Reader X Reader X Reader]

Your friend's traumatic past

I lay awake in my bed at 3 AM. 

School didn't start in three weeks, so it was fine.

I was watching meme compilations on my phone, truly living the dream.

But such joy couldn't last forever.

My phone ran out of battery.

"What the fuck?! It was fully charged!" I yelled in a breathy whisper.

And so I was forced to get out of bed to plug in the charger.

But the charger...

was gone.

Although I was devistated I could not give up.

I didn't feel like sleeping yet.

So I ventured through my door and into the unknown.

My house was dark, and you know what darkness attracts...

At least I'm hoping you know what it attracts. 

Anyone with any amount of common sense should know.

Of course, darkness attracts ghosts.

And the ghosts in my house are...

named John, Margaret and Richard.

So I went into the kitchen and opened the frigde.

I stood there, not remembering what I was going to get.

Then I realized I came for a charger, not food.

But I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the ghosts.

I took out a carton of milk and poured myself a glass.

I put the carton back in the fridge, but when I turned back to my glass it was gone.

"Alright Richard, give me my milk" I stretched my hand out for him.

The only reply I got was chuckling.

It came from the fridge.

I opened the fridge only to find that it was empty.

"Richard, if you don't put the food back I'm calling the priest again" I threatened.

A knife flew past my face and landed inside the fridge.

After a small shriek escaped my mouth I heard a giggle.

"So that's how you want to play..." I took the knife to the sink and gave it a rinse.