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Day 15 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

(Y/n) P.O.V.

Some strange occurrences have been happening lately. Things I can't really explain. It's wasn't much at first. Electronics would cut out briefly, mirrors would get randomly foggy, things would move. That sort of thing. Most people would scream ghost and run, but it never seemed malevolent, and I didn't feel like moving. Then once I kinda understood what was going on, it got more confident. Playing with light, slamming doors, handprints in dust and spills. And then it got weirder.

Three years ago I had lost this beanie. I had traveled to another country, and left the beanie at the hotel. It was just a black and white striped beanie, but I loved it. Then a few days ago it was just sitting on my counter. It looked clean, untouched, like it was never lost. And it spoke to me. Sort of. There was a sticky note next to it.

I thought you might want this :)

I didn't like that. I still don't, but at the same time, it still hasn't been violent. And I can't really pick up and move. So I figured I'd just deal with what is a playful ghost, or so I thought. Today it started getting...aggressive.

The TV only shows violent static, and my windows have been covered with a black substance. All the lights have gone out in the house, leaving only the TV on. "Okay, Ghost, what did I do to you? This isn't funny." There isn't a response at all. I find a lighter in the coffee table, and use it for light to try and find my phone to call the super for help.

"Really busting my balls here, Ghost. I'd like see, thank you." I speak out loud, which kind of seems stupid. I find my phone in my room, but it has no service. Then it sparks, making me drop it. "Ah man! Are you serious? I let you stay in my home, and do what you want, and this is the thanks I get? Screw you, Ghost!" I growl.

I get the feeling I shouldn't have said that.

The apartment become increasingly cold to the point where I can see my breath in front of me. And I hear giggles. Like someone who knows what they're doing is wrong, but they find it funny. I go back to the TV for more light, shivering, thinking of a solution. I sit on the couch, but it flips backward as soon as I'm down. My stomach lurches, but otherwise I'm fine. Just pissed.

"This isn't a game, Ghost! I live here so get over it!" The giggles become more prominent. And seemingly in the room with me. I look over back at the TV. There's a hand, reaching out of the TV. I rub my face, thinking I'm crazy, but nope. By the time I look again, the person is halfway through. I suppose this is the ghost. Although this getting awfully close to demon territory. So I let a demon stay in my apartment. Great, I'm screwed.

By the time he is out, he stands tall in front of me. Thing is, he looks totally chill. He smiles bright and looks bushy tailed. Bright blue eyes, dark hair and beard. Late twenties, early thirties looking.

"That's so much better. I've been stuck in that void for so long. I'm Jack, the ghost that's been hanging around." He introduces, his voices Irish accented. The TV goes back to normal, the lights turn back on, and the windows let the sunlight back in. "I'd shake your hand, but uh, can't." He jokes. I narrow my eyes at him.

"You just came through my fucking TV and wanna be all like 'I'm Jack'?" I mock. "Like what the hell dude, you killed my phone." He scratches his head sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Can't really control this that much." I cross my arms. "I don't believe this gimmick at all, Jack. If that's even your name." I say, noticing what was behind him.

A shadow. Ghost shouldn't have shadows. Especially ones that smile. No, he's for sure a demon.

"What are you talking about?" He asks curiously. "Anyways, what's your name?" He asks. I shake my head. "You've been caught dude. You forgot to hide that." I point at the shadow, making him turn. Before he turns back to me, I'm running for the door. Jack glitches in front of the door before I get there. His sweet face turned dark and malicious.

"Alright fine, you got me. I'm not Jack. I'm not here to be Casper the Friendly Ghost. But you can't leave, oh no." He launches at me, grabbing me around the neck before I have time to react. He squeezes tighter and tighter, my vision going blurry. I hear him utter on final phrase. "You're my favorite game."