It's Not Over

"Shut those fucking mutts up!" My father and tormenter shouted as he brought moving boxes into the new house. He was referring to my two dogs, Titan and Zepllin. Titan is a black and white great dane and Zepllin is a black Newfoundland. They were barking up at the attic window for no reason. "Hey hey hey, boys calm down. What the hell has gotten into you?" I questioned even though they were dogs. They didnt stop barking.

"I said shut them the fuck up!" He growled again.

"Calm down old man! Im trying!" I shouted back.

"you are so fucking lucky im not in the mood to kick your ass." He seethed.

I just rolled my eyes and hushed the dogs again, luckily they finally stopped. What the fuck got into them? I looked back up to the window and saw the curtain moving. What the fuck? Whatever, there must be an air conditioning unit in the attic. I grabbed the last two of my boxes and carried them up to my room where the rest of my boxes sat. It's kinda funny the previous owner left their furniture, how weird.

I decided to see if there was anything in the dresser, so i walked to it and opened the drawrer. What I saw shocked me to no extent. Clothes. They were men's clothes. T-shirts, jeans, boxers, and hoodies. Why would someone just leave their clothes behind? I looked at one of the shirts, it was a vintage Iron Maiden shirt. It was faded and old, it even still smelled like cigarettes and cologne. It was a comforting smell, but it wierded me out still.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my boys trotted into my room. Titan licked my hand and looked up at me with his big blue eyes. Gawhhhh hes so adorable! Suddenly the two dogs started growling at absolutely nothing. Zepllin snapped and snarled at the air, and i screamed in terror. He never gets that vicious, he's like a giant baby!

"Zepllin! Titan!! Stop that dammit!" I shouted at them. I ran downstairs to put the dogs in the backyard. They followed me down the steps and i opened the door, allowing them to run outside. I sprinted back up the stairs and into my room. What I saw in that moment scared me to death. Someone had taken my red lipstick out of my bag and wrote on the mirror that hung on the wall. It read,
'I don't think your dog's like me all that much. Haha you're pretty...that was creepy. Sorry. ~Xoxog.' What. Even?

Who is 'G' and why is he writing flirtatious messages on the mirror? Someone has to be fucking with me. Just to give myself closure I started laughing. "Why thank you G. Can I see you?" Nothing happened so I just chuckled, knowing my dad was probably just trying to annoy me. I turned around and went to my other bag to grab my docking station, i unzipped my bag and pulled it out, plugging my ipod into it. I started playing "The Divine Infection" by Motionless In White. I turned back around to see someone standing there. I screamed louder than i ever have in my life.

He was about 5"9 and had shoulder length black hair, he was wearing a black suit with a red tie. His skin was pale white and he had black rings around his intoxicating hazel orbs. Who is this man and why is he so damn sexy?

"w-who are y-you?" I stuttered, trembling in fear.

"Im Gerard, y'know, Gee." He shrugged, his hazel eyes seemed almost lifeless.

"w-where did you come from?" I asked hesitantly.

"uhh I live here. I should be asking you that." He scoffed.

"uh no I live here." I argued.

"yeah i know." He chuckled.

"what? What the hell dude, you're wierd."

He didnt say anything after that, we kinda just kinda sat in silence. He looked like he was thinking something over. After A few minutes he finally spoke. "If I tell you who i am you won't believe me." He awkwardly shuffled his feet. He was so cute. "Try me." I smiled. "I-Im dead. Im a ghost. Please dont freak out, I dont want to scare or hurt you in anyway way possible." he pleaded.

A ghost. Hes...a ghost? Woah. Thats so wierd and so sexy.

Notes

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