Misguided Ghosts

Frank's POV:



I woke up yet again at exactly 4 am.

I looked around, especially at the door. It was closed. But something was off, very off indeed.
I don't know how I could of missed it. My computer chair which was originally placed behind my door was in the middle of my room with a shadow .. sitting in it?

The silhouette stood up, walking closer to me and I could feel beads of sweat roll down my face. Though, i didn't want to cover my eyes just yet. I waited until it got close enough for me to do so. When i did put the blanket over my eyes, i felt the presence slowly begin to fade.

Thats weird. That almost .. no wait. That never happens to me. It usually sticks around until i get back to sleep but not this time.


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Unlike yesterday morning, I woke up from my coffee machine actually.
The beeping, the rustling of cups, i shake with fear.

I jump on the ground thinking it'd be better than walking to the kitchen. So instead, i crawl. I crawl to the living room listening closely to what's happening in the other room. Theres no talking but theres defiantly movement and i look at the porch, seeing if the doors unlocked.

My eyes focus more on the umbrella and an idea pops into my head. Somersaulting over to the object. Pretending like i'm in some sort of spy movie, I crawl quickly past the kitchen behind the fridge.

But when i go to tackle the stranger in my house, i jump on nothing. Looking up in confusion. I hear glass break and i turn around right away.

Theres a broken mug behind me. Fuck that bastard must've ran out when i was distracted on the ground. Clenching fists, i get up. Running out of my house yelling.

"Whoever just came into my house I'll fucking rip you apart!!" I yell

I look around me, looking at my next door neighbor watering plants no longer watering and just staring at me.

"The hell you staring at?!" I hiss

He goes back to watering and I walk back into my house. Frustrated.

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Im sat on my couch glaring outside my window jittering. I still need to clean up the glass but i don't bother right now. Im the only person who lives here so i can pretty much leave all the dangerous things laying around only if i dont forget them myself.

I think back to this morning. Who was in my house just casually making coffee? What if it was the murderer testing out his skills on me? Why was my neighbor being all calm? If that guy really ran out of my house dont you think other people around would notice? That means only one thing, that whoever 'he' is. Is still here. Probably waiting for the best time to just jump me.

I hesitantly walk to my kitchen, looking everywhere to make sure no one comes up from behind me. Walking towards my knife drawer when all of a sudden, my foot's being sliced. I jump back in pain staring down at my wound. God dammit! I just talked about this. Me being the idiot i am, stepped right into the pile of glass.

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I get a knife though. Limping to my room and settling in the corner -making sure the door's closed-

When he tries to get me, I'll be ready.

I repeat that in my head until I fall into a deep sleep.

It came out of no where too, It was literally just a flash and boom.

I'm asleep.



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I almost end up stabbing myself when i get woken u by a knock to my bedroom door. Luckily i dont and im still grasping the handle tight as the knocking continues.

Right when i think the door will pop off the hinges, a note appears from underneath it. I wait for any traps to fall on me, or for the door to open and capture me to my death. When nothing happens for what feels like hours, i close my eyes reaching for the piece of paper.

The first thing i feel on the paper is wetness.

I open my eyes ad find myself with a little bit of blood on my hands. I make a disgusted slash scarred face as i unfold it. Revealing writing that makes me cover my mouth.

It reads in bloody messy writing

'Babe, Calm down'

My breathing quickens and i back up into the corner again debating whether i should crawl out of my window and scream for help but im left shaking. And as much as i don't want to admit it, I feel like crying.

Like, ive read about the experiences of murders in peoples house. Sometimes its a person whos a witness and records it for the police but not in my case. I live alone. When did i think this would be such a good idea.

Tears well up in my eyes.

Another note slides under the door.

God why can't he just come in and kill me already.

'dont cry okay'

Thats when i lose it, how the fuck does he know im crying?

I stand up carefully not to trigger any creeks in the floorboards. Hopping onto my bed and sliding the window open. Opening wide enough for my to climb out.

I use all my body strength to lift myself up and a few moments later im free falling.

Hitting the ground getting weird looks from my neighbors as they enter their houses. I wipe off my clothes and run as fast as i can towards my car.

When i get in, i attempt to turn the key but when it doesn't start i clench my fists. I forgot my fucking keys in the house. No way im risking my life for damn keys.

In anger i punch the steering wheel a few time before breaking down.

What if im just crazy?

I look at my opened window and noticing it being pushed wider. I quickly hand lock all the car doors. Nothing comes out of the window and i feel a bit of relief but im still pretty terrified.

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I scream surprisingly loud as someone knocks on my window.

The guy is mouthing to what im assuming 'are you okay'
He has raven black shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, and stunning smile.

I roll down my window half way just in case. Who knows, this handsome man could be the murderer.

"Hi?" I respond

The guy waves his two fingers in the air.

"Again. Are you okay?" HE asks

I nod unsurely opening my door holding the knife behind my back.

"What were you doing in your car with no keys?"

"I-uh, a stranger was in my house"

He nods raising one eyebrow.

"Im serious, go check" I point hesitantly towards my front door.

He smiles and walks in my house with no question. Walks back out 5 minutes after.

"You're probably too paranoid kid."

I nod walking to my door backwards making sure he doesn't jump me from behind.

"Mind if i come in?"

"No way you're coming in my house. I dont even know you." I spit out slamming the door.

When i check outside, expecting him to be at my door. He's completely out of sight. Gone.

Almost as if he wasn't really there

Notes

Ehhh? Gerard's pov will be more interesting i swear,