Haunted (Book #1)✔️

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬

"Can you see me?" says Sean as Mark tried his best to ignore the spirit in room. "Okay, stop pretending I don't exist, I know you can see me," Mark kept trying to ignore the man doing his best, but it was plastered on his face that he couldn't ignore it. Sean noticed that he was trying to avoid looking. He watched as Mark arrived at one of Sean's old bedrooms, the house that Sean had grown up in and tragically died was a three-bedroom two-bathroom household and one of the bedrooms that Mark had entered was completely worn out and needed a really good fixing.

"Hello!" says Sean. "Earth to moron! Are you going to continue to ignore me or are you going to at least look me in the eyes?" Judging by the way Mark was acting it seemed that he was starting to get annoyed at Sean's talking, Sean continued to annoyed Mark until Mark couldn't take it anymore and turned to face the spirit.

"Yes!" exclaims Mark in anger. "I can see and hear you!"

"I knew it!" says Sean. "Since you can talk to me, what are you doing here?"

"That's not your business," responds Mark as he started making his way toward the door. Sean rolled his eyes and solidified just as Mark was about to grab the door. Sean's cold hands clasped onto Mark's wrist with an iron grip. Mark looked at the spirit in shock, he hadn't known a spirit to actually solidify into an almost human like state. Judging by how strong the spirit was, it seemed like he was pretty much an old soul.

"This is my house, it is my business," Answers Sean. "So, tell me, Mark," he spoke with a strong Irish accent that sounded like he was angry. "What are you doing here?" Mark tried to remove his hand from the spirits grip, but he just tightened it until he felt like he was going to lose his hand.

"Amy and I don't mean any harm," said Mark. "We've purchased this house because we wanted to start a new life together," he continued. "I wasn't expecting this house to be the home of some ghost! I don't even know your name!"

"The name is Sean William McLoughlin," says Sean who let go of Mark's wrist. "This house belongs to me, it's been in my family for years, I was the only one left to inhabit it," He continued. "I've been here for years and you can bet that I won't let anyone else tear this place down,"

"Who says we're going to tear it down?" asks Mark. "Amy and I are planning to refurbish it fix all the splintering wood and the stairs, get working electricity, etc." Sean paused at this as he couldn't fathom that some person like Mark would actually try to repair it. He wished he could repair it himself but because he was a spirit it took a lot of energy for him to even solidify.

"You're lucky that solidifying takes a lot of energy out of me," said Sean. "Because I would have done something else," turning around Sean walked out of the room and back to the attic where he was going to rest up. Mark sighed in relief as he walked out of the room, he couldn't help but think back to what he was witnessing; he knew that his gift would make things ten times harder. After all, it was passed from parent to child, Mark was still unsure about where his gift came from he was snapped out of his thoughts with Amy standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mark!" she called up as Mark started to make his way down the stairs. "I'm going to head into town and see if I can get us some groceries for dinner, what do you say we get some pizza?"

"I'm cool with whatever, as long as it's quick," Mark said. "I'm actually really exhausted from that drive," he continued. "I'm going to go and take a nap,"

"Okay babe," says Amy as she gave her fiancé a kiss on the cheek. Grabbing her keys, she turned and walked out the door. Mark wasn't going to lie; he was pretty exhausted especially when he came face to face with Sean. Turning around, Mark made his way to the master bedroom which was on the first floor. Thankfully, they had their bed moved to the house first so that they wouldn't have to deal with sleeping on the wooden floor. He entered the master bedroom and removed his shoes, pulling back on the comforter, Mark climbed into bed unaware that there was something lurking in the shadowed corners. The minute his head hit the pillow he had fallen asleep, though as he was trying to go into a deep sleep he found himself tossing and turning.

Mark Fischbach found himself in a strange world, it looked like the house he and his fiancé had bought recently except Sean was nowhere to be found. The hair on Mark's neck stood on end as he was walking down the darkened hallways. Wind blew the windows open as if something had been pushing it, the curtains flapped in the strong wind as if something was egging Mark to get closer. Curiously, Mark began to walk toward the window wondering what had caused the wind to be so powerful, lightning struck the sky briefly revealing a darkened shape of a man.

"Hello?" Mark called out. "Is someone there?" thunder clashed at the same time lightning struck the sky revealing the shadow man appearing in front of a door. It pointed toward the door showing that it wanted Mark to follow it. He stepped through the doorway at the same time he found himself back at the foyer the front door was behind him as the storm outside began to pour out rain. Mark's stomach was once again in knots he was having a hard time trying to understand what that shadow figure was trying to do. The only problem was that the figure he saw had a strange negative feeling to it, it was like it had been suffocating him.

"Mark," said a voice, it echoed in the many different corners of the foyer. Mark's heartbeat sped up as he started to move only to start hearing the voice once again. "Maark,"

"Who's there?" the voice echoed throughout the room as Mark started to back away, he turned around only to come face to face with a shadow figure. Mark yelled out as he took a step back in shock, the evil laughter slipped from the man before him. "Who are you?"

"So many questions," said the man in a deep voice. "Mark Fischbach, I know what you can do," he continued as Mark tried to turn around to get away from the man only to have it reappear before him. "Your in my domain now Mark, and let's just say, while you're here I will make your life a living hell," the man began to back away from Mark ever so slowly his footsteps echoed on the empty foyer floor at the same time letting out one more evil laugh until he disappeared into the shadows.

Mark Fischbach bolted awake sweat dripped down the sides of his head as he was breathing deeply. He had just awoken from a nightmare which only ever happened when a spirit or multiple entities were around him. Mark waited until his heart was back at it's normal pace before throwing the comforter off him and slipped his feat in his shoes. He rubbed his forehead trying to figure out what he had seen. Whatever he dreamed about wasn't good, and it wasn't even Sean who had been in the room. The front door creaked open, letting Mark know that Amy had gotten back. He stood and started making his way to the foyer, his stomach was in knots as he couldn't stop thinking about the dream he had.

"Mark?" said Amy as he stepped into the foyer. Amy was carrying a box of pizza and was making her way to the kitchen. "Are you okay? You look terrible,"

"It's nothing," said Mark. "I just had a nightmare," he continued. "What did you get?"

"I got some pepperoni and cheese pizzas for the two of us," she said. "They're medium since it's only the two of us in this household,"

"More like three or four of us," said Mark under his breath. Amy had gotten the plates and placed them on the table, opening the boxes she placed one slice on Mark's plate and another on her plate. Next to her, Mark saw Sean appear in one of the chairs he was unsure of how long Sean had been listening and hoped that he didn't know about the dream.

"What'd you say?" asked Amy as she looked up from her plate at the same time she wondered what Mark was talking about or who he was talking about.

"Nothing," responds Mark who had started to dig into this pizza.

"That looks so good," says Sean who watched Mark bite into the slice and pull the pizza away. Melted cheese had started to come off it as Sean licked his mouth, though, he knew that he couldn't eat anything considering he was a spirit. Mark couldn't say anything to Sean because Amy would probably take notice and question Mark even more. Mark wanted to learn about what happened when Sean had died, especially since Sean was earthbound for a while; either his spirit was stuck at the house or something as holding him back. Mark was more than willing to help Sean if it meant that he could move on and get out of this house. He didn't mention it to Sean until they were alone so that Amy wouldn't question his sanity. Though, Mark also wondered what else lurked within the walls of the house. Shrugging his thoughts aside, he enjoyed the rest of his pizza and tried his best not to pay attention to Sean.