Summary: TF141 haunts your new apartment, how will you react to their presence?
Warnings: paranormal activity, ghost being scary by accident.
Note: kinda random but it was fun to write :)
The feeling inside your new apartment wasn't exacty unsettling, it was just more of a...lingering energy that you can't quite pinpoint. Sitting there, in the dark when you're watching tv on the couch, or when you are at your desk working in your room, or simply laying down to go to bed. Its always there. You caught yourself turning your head towards a empty corner in the room, expecting someone to be standing there, only to find it empty. There was four specific feelings you'd get when you were home. All of them being slightly different, but just as intense, you've never felt anything like it before.
Its been two weeks since you moved into the apartment. You haven't noticed anything super out of the ordinary, other then the immediate change in the air when you stepped through the threshold every day. And how you always felt like someone was watching you from over your shoulder. You learned from the owner that the building was built on top of a torn down military base, which made you question in your mind if the building was potentially haunted, and thats why you felt the way you did. But there wasn't enough evidence to prove that theory correct, so you let the thought of ghosts and ghouls fade to the back of your mind while life caught up to you.
"Mmm" you softly groan, slowly waking up from your sleep. You shift under the covers, pulling them up to your chin when you feel how cold it was in the room. You stare up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about how you have to work in the morning as you take in the darkness of the room. Its unbearably cold. Right as you were about to get up out of bed to turn the air conditioning down, you hear a small consistent tapping sound.
You look to the side of the room in question, confused on what could be making such a noise. When it stops. After a moment of silence, you assume it was nothing, so you sit up and swing your legs off the side of the bed. Suddenly, a stack of books crashes to the ground, startling you at the loud sound it produced. The silence was deafening as you looked into the darkness where the books were littered on the floor. Hesitantly, you flick on the lamp next to your bed, the room lights up in a warm glow.
You huff, irritated at the scare it caused. You stand and walk over to the books. Crouching down to pick them up. When a soft sound of a voice is spoken distantly behind you
It startles you more then the books falling did. You shoot up from your crouched position and whip around to face the direction you heard the deep voice in. The voice was so quiet you almost thought you imagined it. Especially when you find no one in the room with you. You simply stand there for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. Until you shake your head and rub your eyes with your hand, you need to go back to bed.
Walking out of your bedroom, you make your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Chugging it and putting the glass in the sink. As you set the glass in the sink you hear a faint chatter.
Only catching small bits of it. But quickly passing it off as your next door neighbor having the tv on. For your own sake. Before walking into your room where the lamp still is lighting up the room. Getting into bed, ignoring the scattered books on the ground, you switch off the lamp and turn over in the covers. Ignoring whatever the fuck just happened because you have to work in five hours.
You also ignored how the next morning, the once scattered books were now neatly put back in their rightful place.
A week later. After thinking alot about that night, you decided to just let it go. You will never know if what you heard was real or not, so why get caught up on it. You sigh, setting down your bag on the kitchen counter. It had been a long day, your bones ached as they longed for a steamy shower. Leaving your bag on the counter, you head towards your bathroom.
Closing the door behind you, you begin to lift your shirt. But right as you do, the bathroom lights flicker aggressively, Making you stop in your tracks. Pausing, you now hear heavy footsteps outside of the bathroom door walking away, like someone was being dragged away. two muffled voices are heard through the door. Both sounding male, one being gruff and stern, while the other one has a giddy undertone to his voice. Its hard to make anything out due to how fast the moment went by. But it scared the daylights out of you.
You freeze, staring at the closed bathroom door in awe. Its now quiet, like you imagined it. But you know what you heard. Hesitantly, you take quiet steps towards the door, before cracking it open. Half expecting two fully grown men to be on the other side. But you find absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Peaking your head out of the door, taking a look into the hallway, before letting out a shaky breath and closing the door.
You stand there for awhile, not sure if you should take a shower anymore. But you decided you had to wash the day away. You lock the door for safe measures before getting undressed and stepping into the shower.
As you stood under the pouring water, you could once again hear from somewhere in your apartment the faint chatter of whatever was out there.
You sigh, knowing not to pass that off as your neighbor's tv this time. Without a doubt, this building is definitely haunted.
A few days later, you couldn't get the interactions out of your head. It whirls around in your mind non stop. You've come to the conclusion that your apartment is haunted, as crazy as that sounds. You feel insane even considering that, but all evidence points to that. After doing some research online about some personal experiences with ghosts being in their homes, you now feel curious and slightly frightened by the new knowledge that your place is potentially haunted.
You haven't felt a single bad energy since you've been living here. the internet says that means its a good spirit and doesn't intend to harm you, and the internet is always right! You run your hand down your face in exasperation as you close your laptop, shutting off the blinding light as you rub your eyes to fully adjust to the dark kitchen. The light above the stove being the only light source, as it had gotten dark a few hours prior.
Running your hands up your arms, the coldness of the room sinks into you as you look around the kitchen. Now thinking about how ghosts could be potentially watching you right now. The thought sends a chill down your spine. You shake your head with a slight laugh at how ridiculous you sound, you are going insane. You get up from your seat and grab a glass from the cabinet, filling it with water before taking a sip. You shake your head again at your previous thoughts of ghosts. Before turning around to begin the walk back to your room.
When a large dark figure looming in the doorway of the kitchen stops you dead in your tracks. Fear hits you in your chest hard as you stare at the 6'4 figure. The glass in your hands slips from your grasp and hits the floor, shattering across the floor. But you don't care as you continue to be frozen. He simply stands there, staring back at you. In full military gear and a skull mask covering his face. He looks like death itself.
A moment passes of deafening silence, before a gentle hand caress your shoulder in a caring way. Making you whip around quickly, to find no one there. Turning back towards the figure, you find he is no longer there. Letting out a sharp breath, it feels like you took a breath for the first time in multiple minutes. You unfreeze as you look down to the shattered glass on the floor, then back up the where the man once was.
"Fuck this" you quickly make your way to the front door, grabbing your keys from the glass bowl by the door, grabbing your shoes and jacket, before exiting the apartment. You rush down the stairwell and walk to your car in the dark. Theres no way in hell you are staying here tonight.
Later that day. You finally gain the courage to go back to your apartment. After hyping yourself up, you finally open the front door, finding it in silence. Like there wasn't multiple presences looming near the door, sitting in shame as they wait for you to get back. You couldn't see the way their heads peak up in interest when you step through the door.
Closing the door behind you, you take in the room. Letting the sounds speak for themselves. Only to find it incredibly quiet. You sigh out in relief as you walk through the house, wishing to find comfort in being home again. Taking a peak in the kitchen, you notice how theres not a single shard of glass on the floor.
A few hours later, you sit down on your bed. Freshly out of the shower and in your pjs. Having the time to think about what had happened over and over again, you realised the things that reside here didn't make you feel like they would hurt you. Not once was there a feeling of evil or malice. The realization makes you question if maybe that ghost really didn't mean to fighten you.
You brush off the thought, You just want to go to bed and call it a night. You hesitate for awhile before turning off the side lamp, hoping there would be no more scares for tonight.
While drifting to sleep, you remain a tiny amount of consciousness as the world fades to dreams. Through your foggy mind, you can make out multiple male voices. Along with a gentle touch once again running across your arm.
"You scared the absolutely shite out of the poor lass" his Scottish accent is very prominent as he talks. Before another voice chips in "I didn't mean to" his british voice is deep as it rumbles through his chest, it sounds slightly guilty as he sighs. The scott chuckles "why did they have to see you first of all people. Id shite myself as well" Another male speaks, he sounds very close to you, you assume he's the one caressing your arm "well they know we are here for sure now" his voice lowers as he turns his head towards your face, taking in your sleeping form with a soft expression "we need to back off for awhile" he says.
Making the Scottish man scoff "then stop touching them" it makes the other man glare at him "then stop trying to knock shit over to get their attention" the scott has a offended look on his face before pointing to skull masked figure in the corner "then tell Simon to stop hovering behind them like a dog every second" Simon's eyebrows frown as he lifts his arms in confusion, why is he getting slander all the sudden?
"Can all three of you shut the hell up" a fourth voice speaks up for the first time "they are trying to sleep" footsteps are heard coming closer to the bed. Even through the haze you could feel how intense his energy is as he stands over you. Mumbling is heard through out the room "sorry cap" the so called caption sighs as he gazes down at you. Soundly sleeping "sweet thing" he mumbles under his breath before turning to the other men "everyone out" footsteps shuffle out the room, along with a small protest from the scott.
You now fully drift to sleep as you continue to hear footsteps throughout your home.
Thinking about the voices you heard last night, you weren't gullible enough to pass them off as a dream. Especially after all the things that happened before hand. You lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling once again, sunlight beams through the curtains into your bedroom. Making the room glow. You sit up, its your day off. You stretch your arms out with a small groan.
You couldn't get the mystery men's conversation out of your head. The things that you know is that there is four of them, one of them is named Simon, and one of them is a captain. A likely guess is that they are military. Due to the tactical gear the figure from the other night was wearing, the captain title, and the history of the building. You can't believe you heard all four of their voices crystal clear. Its unbelievable. But unmistakable.
Pulling the covers back, your feet sink to the floor as you stand. Before walking to your bedroom door. Making your way down the hallway, you hear shuffling coming from the kitchen, making you pause. You feel weirdly calm, you can't find it in you to care anymore. You knew they were there, and they haven't hurt you yet. So why let fear take over your life? Sighing, you continue your way down the hallway to reach the kitchen.
When entering the kitchen, you immediately spot the four fully visible men in tactical gear standing casually in your kitchen like they belonged there. A man with a mowhawk causally greets you "morning bonnie!" As he sits on top of your counter, glancing at you but not paying to much mind to you. The darker skinned man who is leaning against fridge greets you as well "Hello" he says politely as he offers you a sweet smile, until it drops suddenly as he takes you in. Noticing how you arent looking through him, but looking directly at him with shock on your face.
"Cap..." he mumbles, eyes still locked on yours. A older man who supposedly is the captain, raises his head to look at him "yeah?" He glances your way with a small smile as a form of acknowledgement, even tho he thinks you can't see him. Before looking back "what do you need?" The silence makes him raise a eyebrow, before realising the way gaz was looking at you. He turns to look at you, taking in the way you glance between the two, frozen in place. "Oh boy..." price mumbles out. Knowing the damage this might cause.
You let your eyes wonder to the man with a mowhawk, who hasn't caught on to the situation at hand. he swings his feet absentmindedly as he looks lost in thought.
You turn your attention to the other man in the room. To find him already looking at you through the skull mask that covers his face. You slightly tense up at the sight of him, he was the figure you saw in the kitchen the other day. Hes stands tall in the corner, looking just as terrifying as before, but now his energy feels almost small. Like he was purposely trying to make himself seem smaller then his large self.
"Darling?" The soft voice of the captain breaks you away from the eye contact. You look towards him, finding him taking steady steps towards you with his hands out, as to not spook a small animal. "You okay?" He questions. As if this situation was perfectly normal. The man with the mowhawk attention is now on you, theres a look of hopefulness on his face as he hops down from the counter.
You don't respond, simply taking them in. The captain reaches you, standing tall as he tries to grab hold of the situation. "Sweetheart?" That snaps you out of your frozen state. Slightly shaking your head away from the shock, before looking at him in the eyes and asking "are you a ghost?" You don't know why you asked that, but I mean what else are you gonna ask. Theres a pause, before a loud cackle is heard through the room from behind him. Price chuckles at the innocent question, he glances back at ghost, finding him adjusting his tactical vest unnecessarily due to you unknowingly saying his call sign.
Price turns back to you "Well... I suppose so? Yes" he answers with a soft smile. The man with a mowhawk shoves his captain out of the way to stand in front of you "'ello lass! Names Johnny" he introduces himself like he wasn't a full on ghost standing in your kitchen "ive been absolutely beggin to talk to you since you got 'ere" he expresses loudly, making gaz pull him back from you by the shoulder "alright calm down johnny" he has a small smile on his face.
This is absolutely bizarre. You have to be dreaming right now. From the corner of the room, Simon can sense how overstimulated you are from the four men, making him stalk closer to where you stand. He towers over you as he closes in, making you slightly shrink into yourself on instinct. "They need time to process us" he states. Making the other men go quiet, knowing hes right. Crowding isnt a great idea. Johnny's shoulders slump in disappointment. Simon looks at you, making eye contact "we'll be here dove" and with a blink of a eye, they are gone.
You blink rapidly, they vanished from sight within a second. Leaving you alone in the kitchen like they were never there in the first place.