The Ghost Of You
CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater
-------------Franks’s P.O.V----------------
When I woke up the next morning from a dreamless sleep the first thing I noticed was my open bedroom door, which im positive was closed last night, It was probably just my imagination like that weird dream I had where I woke up in it and thought someone was in my house.
I swung my leg’s out of bed and kicked something, I picked it up, what the hell I looked down at the can of deodorant in my hand, so wait it couldn’t have been a dream then, I got up and looked around my room, everything else was the same apart from the door being open, I got up and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans.
Walking downstairs to my kitchen I decided I was too lazy too cook so I settled for cereal and orange juice instead, once I had finished I placed my bowl in the sink and made my way into my living room and threw myself on the couch, that is basically all I did all day, I was feeling too lazy to do anything major and when It got to about 10 pm I decided to just go to bed,
That night the dream continued this time I couldn’t move but I could see even if it was blurry like when you open your eyes under water and I could hear everything, there was that sinister song again and I still couldn’t place the name to it there were footsteps moving at a slowish pace and I could see a dark blurry figure
“Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times” the song continued to play, the footsteps got closer and so did the figure
“Ripped her heart out right before her eye’s” There was a creaking of a floorboard and a hushed sigh, the figure seemed to pause before continuing
“Now she’s just so perfect I’ve never been quite so fucking deep in” There was a slight scraping of metal and the faint sound of the scratching of a pencil the figure seemed to move slightly and something glistened in it’s hand
“Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold” The footsteps stop and so does the figure heavy breathing can be heard as the creaking of a door handle turning can be heard and bright light floods through there’s a gasp, a feeling of dread and a strangled scream and everything turns red
“and I know, I know its not your time but bye, bye” I shot up in bed covered in sweat my heart was beating so fast and loud in sure if someone else was here they would be able to hear it, I ran my hands through my hair and rubbed my eyes.
That was the second night I had, had that dream and I was not liking it one bit, I calmed down a bit then settled back In bed, well at least I didn’t have a weird encounter like last time I had that dream, I slowly drifted off to sleep but still had a feeling of being watched.
-------------------------Andi’s P.O.V------------------------
I was sick of this, I had nothing to do except follow this guy around all day, and lemme say he’s not exactly one of the most interesting guy’s on the planet, all he does is eat and sleep… well I cant exactly talk that’s all I do, well when I could do that sort of thing anyway, but I could also tell there was something wrong but for obvious reasons I couldn’t ask.
At the moment he was just laid on the couch with his shirt off watching tv, I have to admit it kinda pissed me off as I couldn’t sit down on anything without going through it, the only thing I could really touch was the floor, but then again I also didn’t mind since he was shirtless and not the worst looking guy in the world with tousled black hair with a shaved part that was dyed blonde.
I think he could sense me in the house because on more than one occasion he had turned to my direction then shook it off, I don’t think he had been able to hear me since that first night, so me being me took to calling him names, well hey! he couldn’t hear me and even if he could what was he going to do about it.
All I was really doing at the moment was wandering around the house, I still wasn’t comfortable with going near the basement, I don’t know there was just something about it that made me not want to go near it but it was worse than before, like every time I got near the door I would get a feeling like I was being mildly electrocuted it didn’t hurt but it felt weird and it creeped me out enough to make me not go near the basement voluntarily.
God damn it, I really wish he would stop doing that I know he couldn’t see me but that was no excuse for him to keep walking through me, I turned around and followed him into the kitchen, he was rummaging through the cupboards looking for something.
“Hey dickhead, it’s called personal space” He just carried on looking through the cupboards and seemed to find what he was looking for and emerged with a packet of crackers and sat down and began to eat them
“HEY! Im talking to YOU ya prissy little bitch, sat there eating your crackers like you fucking own the place” Oh wait he does own the place, ah well
“See what you made me do now you made me question myself, I hope you fucking choke on those fucking crackers” He just sat there scratched his head and continued to eat.
Ugg I never thought I would hate not being seen but I do, nobody can see me to appreciate my insults it was fucking depressing, he got up from the chair he was sat in and threw the rest of the crackers on the counter and made his way upstairs.
I followed, and no I didn’t peep, yeah he was good looking but I wasn’t a pervert, he climbed into bed and settled down when he feel asleep he looked so peaceful I felt bad for him, he’s being having nightmares the past two nights, I know it’s bitchy but that’s probably the highlight of my day when he wakes up from his nightmare and I get to insult him for taking my home.
When I woke up the next morning from a dreamless sleep the first thing I noticed was my open bedroom door, which im positive was closed last night, It was probably just my imagination like that weird dream I had where I woke up in it and thought someone was in my house.
I swung my leg’s out of bed and kicked something, I picked it up, what the hell I looked down at the can of deodorant in my hand, so wait it couldn’t have been a dream then, I got up and looked around my room, everything else was the same apart from the door being open, I got up and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans.
Walking downstairs to my kitchen I decided I was too lazy too cook so I settled for cereal and orange juice instead, once I had finished I placed my bowl in the sink and made my way into my living room and threw myself on the couch, that is basically all I did all day, I was feeling too lazy to do anything major and when It got to about 10 pm I decided to just go to bed,
That night the dream continued this time I couldn’t move but I could see even if it was blurry like when you open your eyes under water and I could hear everything, there was that sinister song again and I still couldn’t place the name to it there were footsteps moving at a slowish pace and I could see a dark blurry figure
“Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times” the song continued to play, the footsteps got closer and so did the figure
“Ripped her heart out right before her eye’s” There was a creaking of a floorboard and a hushed sigh, the figure seemed to pause before continuing
“Now she’s just so perfect I’ve never been quite so fucking deep in” There was a slight scraping of metal and the faint sound of the scratching of a pencil the figure seemed to move slightly and something glistened in it’s hand
“Cause I really always knew that my little crime would be cold” The footsteps stop and so does the figure heavy breathing can be heard as the creaking of a door handle turning can be heard and bright light floods through there’s a gasp, a feeling of dread and a strangled scream and everything turns red
“and I know, I know its not your time but bye, bye” I shot up in bed covered in sweat my heart was beating so fast and loud in sure if someone else was here they would be able to hear it, I ran my hands through my hair and rubbed my eyes.
That was the second night I had, had that dream and I was not liking it one bit, I calmed down a bit then settled back In bed, well at least I didn’t have a weird encounter like last time I had that dream, I slowly drifted off to sleep but still had a feeling of being watched.
-------------------------Andi’s P.O.V------------------------
I was sick of this, I had nothing to do except follow this guy around all day, and lemme say he’s not exactly one of the most interesting guy’s on the planet, all he does is eat and sleep… well I cant exactly talk that’s all I do, well when I could do that sort of thing anyway, but I could also tell there was something wrong but for obvious reasons I couldn’t ask.
At the moment he was just laid on the couch with his shirt off watching tv, I have to admit it kinda pissed me off as I couldn’t sit down on anything without going through it, the only thing I could really touch was the floor, but then again I also didn’t mind since he was shirtless and not the worst looking guy in the world with tousled black hair with a shaved part that was dyed blonde.
I think he could sense me in the house because on more than one occasion he had turned to my direction then shook it off, I don’t think he had been able to hear me since that first night, so me being me took to calling him names, well hey! he couldn’t hear me and even if he could what was he going to do about it.
All I was really doing at the moment was wandering around the house, I still wasn’t comfortable with going near the basement, I don’t know there was just something about it that made me not want to go near it but it was worse than before, like every time I got near the door I would get a feeling like I was being mildly electrocuted it didn’t hurt but it felt weird and it creeped me out enough to make me not go near the basement voluntarily.
God damn it, I really wish he would stop doing that I know he couldn’t see me but that was no excuse for him to keep walking through me, I turned around and followed him into the kitchen, he was rummaging through the cupboards looking for something.
“Hey dickhead, it’s called personal space” He just carried on looking through the cupboards and seemed to find what he was looking for and emerged with a packet of crackers and sat down and began to eat them
“HEY! Im talking to YOU ya prissy little bitch, sat there eating your crackers like you fucking own the place” Oh wait he does own the place, ah well
“See what you made me do now you made me question myself, I hope you fucking choke on those fucking crackers” He just sat there scratched his head and continued to eat.
Ugg I never thought I would hate not being seen but I do, nobody can see me to appreciate my insults it was fucking depressing, he got up from the chair he was sat in and threw the rest of the crackers on the counter and made his way upstairs.
I followed, and no I didn’t peep, yeah he was good looking but I wasn’t a pervert, he climbed into bed and settled down when he feel asleep he looked so peaceful I felt bad for him, he’s being having nightmares the past two nights, I know it’s bitchy but that’s probably the highlight of my day when he wakes up from his nightmare and I get to insult him for taking my home.
Update?
10/12/14