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You died in 1534. Youve been stuck in this stupid house for so long and it's beginning to get boring. You sat in the attic most the time not really caring about what the old was doing that lived in the house. A while later while you were reading you heard the door ring, the old man doesn't get a lot of visitors so you peaked your head through the floor to see a handsome man. He asked about the old man the woman that answered the door his care taker showed him to the old man. The man called the old man grandpa.
You smiled to yourself at the cute moment that unfolded before you. The old man called the other man Peter. You guessed that's his name, you never bothered called the old man by his name as you never spoke to him as he couldn't see you. You pushed your body through the floor to listen to them speak, the old man spoke to peter telling him some of his mothers and his stuff was in the attic. Where you stayed, you had seen photographs and other things along that line with a little boy in it but you never really payed any attention to it.
You followed peter up the attic stairs. He kept stopping at random times to look behind him almost as if he could see me. He arrived in the attic and he was going through some things as you sat next to him. You looked as he pulled photos and blankets small stuff that had sentimental meaning to him. His eyes filled with tears and you could help but feel bad, you moved a little closer and put a hand on his arm. His eyes darted to his arm the hair sticking up in the spot and his arm cold. He was confused and a little freaked out, he stood up with a couple stuff and went downstairs to speak with his grandpa. You sat looking out the window in the attic just to think for a bit.
(Peters POV)
I walked downstairs to speak with grandpa. "Hey, all this stuff is so old" he laughed "yea well it's just like me. It's been here forever" I laughed a bit and was think on weather I should tell him about the attic. "What is it Peter?" I sighed "have you been up there?" He shook his head "well it's kinda creepy. It almost felt as if something was following me up the stairs then when I was up there it was like a hand was on my arm" grandpa looked at me funny
He smiled "oh yea. Hm maybe it's a ghost. This house is older then I am, Mary says she has felt things here but I haven't" i nodded with a thanks and a smile. He nodded back and I decided I wanted to talk to Mary his caretaker she wasn't here a lot sense I got here but she still comes by. I walked into grandpas room, Mary was folding his clothes. "Excuse me? Mary?" She turned and looked with a smile "hello Peter. What's up?" She set a piece of clothing she had been folding.
I paused then after thinking a second I spoke "have you ever felt.. anything here" she thought for a moment "felt? Like spiritually?" I nodded "yea like have you felt a spirit living here at all?" She nodded "oh. Well yes I have actually, sometimes during the nights I'd stay I'd here footsteps walking around the halls but I'd be to scared to go and see." I nodded "What other things have you heard or experienced?"
She gave me almost like a worried smile "well one day when I was preparing Jason's food It was if something was watching me. And another time I was doing laundry in the laundry room I kept hearing creaking behind me and I had gotten so scared that I hurried and turned around and it's like I blacked out. Jason said he found me on the floor"
I was shocked to hear such things. "Well thank you for tell me Mary. I felt a hand on my arm earlier so I asked grandpa about it and he said to ask you" she gave me a small smile and a nod "well I'd better get back to this. Thanks for the chat Peter" I nodded and walked out of the room.
I walked in the spare bedroom grandpa had be letting me use and put some of the stuff I got from the attic in there. As I was sitting and going through a photo album I heard the door creak open. I looked up to the door and saw nothing there, it was kinda freaking me out so I walked over and closed the door once again. When I turned back around to the bed the photo album was on a different page in a different spot on the bed. It freaked me out so I grabbed the album and went into the living room not wanting to be in that room anymore.
(Readers POV)
You watched Peter walk into the living room. You couldn't help but smile finding it kinda funny messing with him, you walked into the living room and stood behind the couch and looked through the album with him not knowing you were there. A couple hours had passed and you watched Mary leave, you went through the floor and into the attic once again. You heard footsteps so you looked over and saw Peter was coming back up, you smiled at him.
He looked around a bit "hello? I heard stories from Mary and wanted to know if there is a spirit here." He was calling out to you. You looked around kinda confused on what he wanted to you to do. He set a book down with a pencil in the middle of it that he had been holding from before, he then announced he was turning around like as if you couldn't see it. When he turned around you shrugged and thought why not. No one had tried to make contact with you in years so, you used alot of power and grabbed the pencil and wrote hi with a small smiley face.
Peter started to count down saying he was going to turn around. When he did he looked at the paper and almost shrieked, "oh wow, wow ok uhh" he sat down "well hello...ghost uhh is this method ok? We can talk like this?" He covered his eyes with his hands and looked up. You grabbed the pencil and wrote "lots of energy hard to write" you waited another minute after setting the pencil down and he finally uncovered his eyes and looked down at the paper and read it. He made a hmm sound then spoke, "is there anything else I could use to speak better?" You thought for a minute and remembered the cliché thing people use when trying to talk to spirits "ouija board" a couple seconds go by after that and he turns around. "oh-ee-ja board?" he looked confused "ill ask Mary about that" he reached down and grabbed the book "bye ghost" you watched him walk out.
the next day he walked back up the stairs as you were sitting looking out the window. his footsteps caught your attention, he put the board down gently "uhhh hello? Mary told be its ouija board not how I said it yesterday. she said to be careful and not play alone but here I am." you smiled and sat across from him "well im Peter, what's your name?" he had four fingers on the planchet two fingers from each hand. you moved your fingers to it swell and slowly moved it spelling out your name, you heard his breath hitch "Y/n? well this is crazy. I've done a lot of insane thing but I've never spoken to a ghost before"
he was smiling. "can I ask how you died?" you moved the planchet spelling out S-I-C-K-N-E-S-S he nodded "that must have been awful. did you died recently" you moved it once again to the no in the corner, you paused for a second L-O-N-G pause T-I-M-E pause A-G-O. he smiled "long time ago?" his grandfather started calling for him, he heard the footsteps going up the stairs of his grandpa, he quickly moved the board away not saying goodbye or anything "yea grandpa?" the man walked over his legs shaking like normal "what are you doin up here?" Peter gave an awkward laugh "just uhh going through stuff up here" his grandpa nodded "there is a lot of stuff that's your mothers up here" Peter smiled with a nod
"there definitely is" Peter grabbed a photo from a box "who? who is this" his grandpa looked at the photo "oh- I have no idea Peter. it looks old, maybe someone who lived here before" he laughed and nudged Peter "maybe its that ghost you were talking about before" Peter let out a awkward laugh like he knew that it was "yea maybe" his grandpa patted his shoulder and began to walk out "let me know if you find something nice up here" Peter nodded and he grandpa left
Peter sat back down where he was before and put the photo down moving the board back out "is this- is this you?" you looked at the familiar photo, you moved the planchet to the yes in the corner of the board "yes, alright well y/n, you looked very nice" a small smile made it way onto your face "is there anyway you could show me what you look like now" thinking for a second you started moving the planchet M-I-R-R-O-R he read off the work as you spelt it. he stood up and walked around the attic and found a mirror on the walk, dust had taken over it.
he wiped off the mirror with his jacket sleeve, you walked behind him and his eyes widened "it-its you." he looked behind me self and didn't see me but looked back to the mirror quickly "this is amazing" he paused "your amazing" you couldnt help but smile "could you put a hand on me? I want to see to see if I can feel it" you hesitantly moved your hand and put it on his upper arm, he smiled "it feels cold" you smiled at him. he moved his hand to where yours laid "thank you" you nodded and he continued looking in the mirror "Peter!! food!!" Mary yelled from downstairs you removed you hand and gave him a small wave. as he gave a small one back he walked away to go downstairs after saying a quick goodbye.
later that night as everyone was sleeping you felt alone. you moved down to where Peter had slept and walked closer. the creak in the floor boards made him wake "hello?" he whispered. you moved your hand to where it had been earlier that day "y/n its you" you sat down next to him and he saw the indent in the bed with a small smile "you wanted company?" you moved and laid down beside him and he watched as the bed moved under you. he opened the blanket "im not sure if you can get under blankets but in movies and such ghosts can used sheets to scare people so if you want you can get under the blanket" you smiled and moved so accordingly. as he gently put the blanket down it stayed raised around you and he smiled slightly then laid down closing his eyes.
you couldnt help but watch him as he slept. he looks so peaceful, as you watched him you realized you started to develop a small crush on the living boy. you quickly moved away from him and wrote in his notebook "goodbye Peter" and went back to the attic laying where you normally do.
as the day arrived Peter sleepily walked up the stairs "y/n? you said goodbye. please stay" he sat down and rubbed his eyes and grabbed the board "stay?" you couldnt help but respond moving the planchet to the no in the corner. he frowned "why?" you spelled out one word and one word only
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