Identity V x Reader

Aesop x Reader (angst)

Almost cried writing the end but okay.
Hope you like it! <3

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A ghost haunting your house was something that you had never expected to happen. It all started with doors suddenly closing or opening during the night, it almost broke your hands once. You lied to yourself, thinking that it was the wind, but it wasn't. You only started to get worried when you saw things floating in the air. Sometimes a pen, a cup, the TV control, and even your hair would levitate. Maybe you were getting crazy, you thought. You had been working all the time, maybe all the screen time and all the things you had to do were damaging your brain.
It became really scary when the ghost seemed to try to kill you. The pens, cups, and TV controls were being thrown at you. It wasn't dangerous like a knife or a gun, but it still hurt. You called a medium and she tried to make contact with the spirit, but it didn't seem to work.

"Why are you doing this to me…?" You cried on your bed after having your arm poken by a flying pin. "What did I do for you…?"

"Nothing." A husky voice replied.

"W-What?!" You hid under the blanket. "Get out of here, please." Your entire body was shaking.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore." The voice continued.

"Then go away!" You yelled.

"That's rude." Your blanket was pushed while he said that. "I was here before you came, so you are the one who should get out."

"Did you pay for this house?"

"… No."

"If you don't want to hurt me, why were you throwing those things at me?"

"I didn't say that I didn't want to hurt you before." You felt something cold on your arm and screamed, falling off the bed. You tried to run away, but the door was closed and locked. "Just kidding." The voice laughed.

"That's not funny." You hissed.

"Sorry. Can you see me?"

"No."

"I will try again. Look carefully." He commanded. You looked around and saw a silhouette of what looked like a tall man. After some seconds, his appearance became clearer. It was a young, good-looking man. Good-looking ghost. Nice.

"Do you have a name?"

"Aesop. Aesop Carl." He smiled.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I don't know, I just have always been here."

"And why were you throwing those things at me?"

"I don't like you. You make me feel sick."

"Ghosts feel sick?"

"I do, and I feel sick right now from talking to you." He had a serious expression on his face.

"But I did nothing to you, why do you hate me?"

"I don't know." He sighed. "You just make me feel a strange way, and I hate it."

"It's not my fault that you feel like that!"

"Yes, it is. Why don't you just leave this house?"

"Why don't you leave the house? Do you think I like living with a ghost? Do you think I like the feeling of fear that you give me?"

"So, we are even."

Aesop would appear sometimes when he wanted to talk or complain about you.

"I'm back." He announced.