Misguided Ghosts

-Frank's POV-

The college bell rang for the last day of this shit.
I ran, ran past the people trying to give me newsletters for upcoming jobs/events.
All i wanted to do was get home as fast as i can before any of my classmates find me and engage me in conversation. I unlock my car and jump in faster than ever.

I drive away from the college.

When the light turns red, I open a pack of cigarettes and placing the cancer stick in my mouth wanting some relief. Lightening it and closing my eyes for a moment feeling relaxed already.

Turns out i stayed in the lane for too long because when i hear a few loud honks i jump, opening my eyes and looking in the mirror. A long lineup waiting for me to go. I didnt even realize it turned green. I hit the gas hard with my heel. Racing through stop signs not giving a shit.
Until i almost missed my driveway.

Pulling forward as i stomp on the brakes and backing up beside my front porch.
Slithering out of the drivers seat and running to my door. Opening it surprised it opens considering i swore i locked it this morning. I shake off the feeling of regret and trudging into the box called my house.

I shut the front door. Still feeling the drift of coolness.
Is a window open?
I go around in the living room to see if the big window's open. It isnt.
Looking around everywhere, checking every window, every door. All of them are secure and im left in my bedroom confused.

Walking to my furnace and thinking maybe it was just one of those cold days. I turn up the heat and i fall into my mattress, pulling the big star wars blanket over me and looking at my opened bedroom door.

Im definitely going to regret leaving that open when its night time.



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I jolt awake from a sudden whispering.
(This isnt the first it happened considering my condition)

First the voice whispers my name and i roll my eyes getting annoyed of all of it. This happens every night and or morning at 4 am.

At least my doors closed.
I look to my door and shivers crawl up my spine.

Shit.

A darker shade of black is in the doorway. A silhouette of some kind.

I bring the blankets over my face not wanting to view the figure anymore
Sometimes i think that maybe its not my case causing the people to appear in my house. What if these are actually ghosts?

I think no further, Im just freaking myself out even more. So i try to get back to sleep
I find myself falling back to sleep almost instantly.

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I wake up from the bright sun rays coming through the window.

I get up, walking to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker

I go to my living room, and just when im about to turn on the television i feel the coolness again. Like how it was yesterday.
I freeze in my place, looking around. When theres nothing, i go ahead and turn on the tv.

The news comes on. I don't really find the news that interesting but i'm too lazy to find what i like so i watch it anyway. Until my coffee is done of course.

I zone out. Drifting my eyes to the big window behind the tv. I just about fell off the couch when i see another person staring back at me. I blink my eyes. And he's gone. I exhale deeply. Facing back to the tv screen.

On the screen it shows a family of three, below it it reads 'killed last night'
I sigh a 'great'. What else has to happen in Jersey?

The coffee machine beeps and i stand up off the couch, walking my way towards it. Grabbing the cup and heading back to the sofa. Watching what else the reporter has to say. She starts mentioning a guy -a guy i know from college- named 'Mikey way'. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I must've missed some details when i went to go get my drink. Though. I listen intently about what she has to say.

'Poor Mikey, he's once again being brought up to the same place before his brother died. Whatever this guy is trying to pull makes me sick to my stomach.'

Hold on.

Mikey had a brother?! Since when

'if youre near this area please be careful, lock your doors. do anything to protect yourself. We don't want anymore citizens of New Jersey to disappear'

Before the commercial break happens, They show pictures of the scene.
Maybe now i can know why they brought up Mikey into the broadcast.

In front of a bloody pile of the three people there was a note that apparently reads.

'made fun of Mikey Way'

What? But she also said about him being brought up into the same place 'again'.
Was he a witness or something? And what does his brother have to do with anything?

I feel the urge to wanting to know more but i stop myself. I decide to focus on more important stuff rather than my own curiosity.

I stand up and shut the tv off. The drift from before goes past me for a second and suddenly i hear a clicking noise.

Its weird though, because nothing in my house clicks except .. my door.
I go to the hallway separating the front door from my room. I see the door shut as soon as i go to see what the noise was.

Fuck. Could the killer be here? Outside? No thats silly i just heard about it now.

That doesnt stop me from locking the door though.

Notes

Ew, i was so so tired today. My apology for the lack of interest in this first Chapter. *Laughs nervously*

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