Psycho By Choice

“I guess you’re too uncultured to knock.”

“Didn’t know anyone was in here. But gotta say, kinda glad I didn’t.” 

Oh, how she hated waiting. It was roughly nine o’clock, Friday night, the usual time she’d stop by the house to check in, see how things were going with Dominik. It’d been like this for months now, ever since she had the misfortune of killing him on property —- and to this day, she still felt as though he’d set her up for a lifetime of catering to his every whim. That was the trouble with getting to know customers, and bizarre nature of knowing them after they die. It wasn’t until she saw an unfamiliar figure step onto the front porch that Isobel passed a glance at them. She knew she technically wasn’t supposed to be there, so naturally, she was a bit defensive. “Problem?” She perked a brow, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

He had never really understood it. The unnecessary draw to the porch. At least not for the first ten years of his afterlife did he not understand it. Nowadays, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching the people go by, every once in a while trying to get some of the more beautiful women over the property line--making sure every so often one of those women never left. Tonight; however, he didn’t have to do any schmoozing. The beautiful woman had come all on her own. But for what reason. That was something the psychopath had to know. Making sure he still couldn’t be seen, Cole ghosted to the inside of the door. Casually stepping out of the house, he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his features at the female’s remark. “You’re not the pizza delivery boy.” His counter was smooth, but he figured it would be a fun way to start a conversation. 

Ricky, Keith, Shadow, Jaime, Jude, Cole.

…

…this your room, then?

Approaching the closed door withholding a pleasant mystery tune, Penny slowly reached for its handle and gently opened it. A smile spread across her features as the music spilled out into the hall — though a slight anxiety prickled her expression at the thought of a pair of eyes on her, so she looked from one end of the room to the other to make sure it was unoccupied. Finding no one within, the icy blonde’s smile returned and she slowly crept into the room and gently shut the door behind her before letting her arms fall to her sides and allowing herself to relax as she began to dance to the music.

Lounging on one of the abandoned beds in a vacated room, Cole had watched the hours ticking away by the direction of the sun’s light in the window. His nerves were tingling--awaiting for him to move so that they could feel some excitement. It wasn’t until soft musical notes drifted into his ear that the dark haired ghost rose from the bed. Curious, he ghosted his way down to the end of the hall--stepping softly to the door that he guessed it was coming from. Eyes instantly transfixed by the young woman dancing in the middle of the room, a soft smile crept onto his lips. Deciding in that moment, to stay silent, Cole leaned against the door jamb--his eyes following each of her graceful movements. 

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