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So it's been nearly 4 months since I wrote anything! I don't really know what happened, school and exams I guess :) So, I wrote a new story. I've had this planned and half written now for about 3 months, and since I'm off school for a little while, I decided to finish it and get it on here :)
This will be updated Wednesdays and Saturdays, but I wanted to get the first chapter up today, so the next chapter will be up on Saturday, not Wednesday this week :) If you ask really nicely, and send me money, I might update a day early :P
Sorry for the long authors note :P
Anyways, enjoy :) xxx
Chapter 1
Dan POV
Today was the day I was moving to Manchester. I had been waiting for this day for a while now. I finally got enough money to rent a house. It was a bit further away from my parents than I'd hoped, but that wasn't a major issue. Everywhere in London seemed too out of my price range. I almost settled for a crappy flat it a dodgy part of London, but then I came across this house.
It was a two bedroom house, so it wasn't massive, but it was definitely big enough for me. When I had come up to Manchester to look around, the landlord told me that it had been rebuilt about 7 years before because it was burnt down, so it was fairly new. The reason I decided on this place rather than the flat was because this was only slightly more expensive, but it was bigger, so it was worth the money.
The journey up to Manchester was quite long, about 3 and a half hours, and sitting in a small car, listening to my dad singing, and my mum commenting on where we were and if she'd been there before, was quite boring, and slightly annoying.
When we finally arrived, I was the first out the car. I needed to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.
"Someone's in a hurry." My mum remarked as I got to the front door. The moving van pulled up just behind the car and two men got out.
"Dan, you have to help with all this. We're not doing it all for you." My dad called after me.
"Yeah, I know." I said. All of a sudden, the front door of the house opened and a man walked out.
"Ah, Daniel, was it?" He asked.
"Dan." I corrected. I remembered him from when we came to visit. "Tony, right?" I doubled checked.
"Yeah, nice to see you again." He said, shaking my hand. My mum walked over. "Ah, Mrs Howell, lovely to see you again." He said.
"Lovely to see you too." She said.
"Right, Dan, shall we get this stuff moved in then?" He asked me.
"Yeah." I said.
We all started unloading the van, taking the stuff out and putting it in the living room of the house. About 45 minutes in, Tony's phone rang. After hanging up from the call he walked over to my dad and I.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go and sort some things out. Here are the keys. I hope you settle in well." He said.
"He'll be fine. Thank you." My dad said.
"Bye." I said as he walked away.
"Well he seems nice." My dad said.
"Yeah, he's alright." I said.
"Come on; let's finish moving all of this." He said. We both walked back to the van and carried on unloading the stuff.
By the time everything was unloaded from the van and the boxes were on the right rooms, it was about quarter to 6.
"Food anyone?" My dad asked, walking into the living room with takeaway. He had disappeared about 20 minutes beforehand.
"Yeah, I'm starving." I said, taking the food off him and going to the kitchen. I stopped halfway there. "I have no plate unpacked." I told them.
"We don't need them. Just eat it out the paper." My mum said. My mum and dad took a seat on the sofa, after clearing part of it to make room, and I sat on the floor.
At around 8 o'clock, my mum and dad decided it was time for them to leave.
"Will you be alright tonight?" My mum asked.
"Stop worrying, I'll be fine." I told them.
"Well remember, we're only a few minutes away, so if you want to come with us for tonight, then it's fine.
"He'll be living on his own from now on anyway, so he may as well get used to it." My dad said.
"Exactly. Mum, I'll be fine." I reassured her.
"Okay. We'll be round at 10 tomorrow before we leave. Set an alarm" She said. "Bye darling." She said, and kissed my cheek.
"See you tomorrow." My dad said.
"Bye." I said. They walked out the front door and got into the car. I waved them off before going back inside and trying to make a bit of room in the house.
I moved the boxes from the sofa and put them in the corner of the room. I then started searching through one of the bags that was full of wires, hoping to find the TV cable. After about 5 minutes of looking, and getting tangled up, I found it. I plugged the TV in and then grabbed my laptop bag. I took the laptop out and plugged the charger in. I turned the TV on before settling down on the sofa and browsing the internet for a few hours.
At around half 11, I decided that I should get some sleep as my parents will expect me to be up early tomorrow. I turned my laptop off and walked up the stairs and to my room. I walked in and turned the light on before groaning. I hadn't made my bed yet. I sighed, but started searching for some covers for my bed.
Nearly 45 minutes later, I was finally ready to go to sleep. I turned my bedroom light off and climbed in to bed. Just as I was settling down, I heard a noise from downstairs. I quickly sat up in bed, listening for anything. There was no more sound, so I just laid back down and closed my eyes, falling asleep.
I was woken up in the morning by someone banging on the door. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes and grabbing my phone. I checked the time, 10:15 am. Crap! I quickly got out of bed, throwing on whatever clothes were on the floor, my clothes from yesterday, and ran downstairs to the door, throwing it open.
"About bloody time." My mum said, walking in.
"Sorry, I didn't set an alarm." I told her.
"I told you to."
"Yeah, but by the time I went to bed, I was too tired to remember." I said.
"Well go to bed earlier." She said.
"I did, or I was going to. But then I remembered that I needed to make my bed and then I couldn't find anything." I told her. She just sighed.
"Now that she's finished, hello Dan." My dad said. My mum hit his arm. I laughed.
"Hi dad. Cup of tea?" I asked them.
"Better not, we're leaving soon." My mum said.
"What time is that?" I asked.
"About 20 minutes." She said. I nodded.
We talked for a little while, but eventually it was time for them to leave.
"Take care of yourself. And don't stay up too late." My mum instructed.
"Yes mother." I said.
"I'll miss you. And remember, we're only a phone call away." She said, pulling me into a hug.
"I'll miss you too." I said, hugging her back.
"See you son." My dad said, also pulling me into a hug.
"Bye dad." I said, hugging him. They both walked out the door. I could see tears in my mum's eyes.
"We'll call you when we get home." She said, getting into the car.
"Okay." I said.
"Bye." They both said.
"Bye." I shouted back. I waved until they were completely out of sight, then I walked inside and closed the door. I looked around. The place suddenly seemed bigger now that I knew I was completely alone. I decided to distract myself by unpacking some of my stuff. I decided to start with the kitchen so I would have space to put everything when I go shopping.
After unpacking most of the stuff in the kitchen, I decided that it was time to eat as my stomach was rumbling. I spent about 45 minutes at the shop, getting thing that would get me through the next few days when I could properly go shopping. As I walked down the road towards my house, I saw someone in front of it. I double checked to make sure it was my house, before walking through the gate at the front.
"Excuse me?" I asked, making the person there jump. It was a man. He turned around and looked at me.
"Shit!" He said.
"Um, can I help you?" I asked.
"Uh, I'm a, er, neighbour." He said. "I just wanted to welcome you." He told me.
"Oh, um, well, thank you, I guess." I said awkwardly. I started struggling with the bags in my hand.
"Sorry, I'll let you get back to your house." He said.
"It's fine. I would let you in, but I haven't unpacked yet." I told him, walking to the front door and pulling put my keys.
"I should get going anyway." He smiled.
"Okay then." I said. I turned back to the door and put the key in the lock.
"I'm Pj, by the way." He said.
"I'm Dan." I told him.
"Well it's nice to meet you Dan." He said.
"Yeah, you too." I smiled. I turned back around and opened the door, walking in. I turned to take the key out the door and to say bye to Pj, but he was already gone. I looked down both ends of the road, but I couldn't see him. I shrugged and closed the door. He must live quite close then. I walked to the kitchen and put everything away, before making myself a sandwich. I spent the rest of the day unpacking as much as I could.
I had been living at the house for a few days now. I had unpacked everything in the kitchen, and most of the boxes in my bedroom. I still had a few boxes in the living room to unpack and a couple in the spare room. I had been out job hunting, and managed to get myself a job in a café down the road. The pay wasn't amazing, but it was hopefully just a temporary job.
I was just putting my shoes on, ready to go to work. It was only my second day, but I didn't like the idea of going out before noon, so I was dreading it. I grabbed my keys and my wallet, then walked downstairs, ready to leave. I opened the door to find Pj on the other side.
"Oh, hi." I said.
"Hey." He said.
"I was just on my way out." I told him.
"Oh sorry. I'll come back later." He said.
"Well if you're not busy, you could always come with. I was just on my way to work. It's the café about 5 minutes from here." I told him.
"No, it's fine, I'd rather come back later." He said.
"Oh, okay then." I said.
"Bye then." He said.
"Bye." I said, slightly confused, but I started walking. As I got to the end of the road, I turned around. He was no longer there. I still don't know where he lives.
I finally got off work at 6 and made my way home. I decided I would pick up some takeaway on the way home because I couldn't be bothered to cook. I sat at home, eating, watching TV, and browsing the internet until I decided I should probably go to bed.
At around 2am, I woke up. I had heard a noise from downstairs, just like my first night here. I sat up in bed, but I didn't hear anything again. I decided to get up and get a drink. I walked down the stairs, but stopped as I saw the silhouette of someone in the living room. I could feel myself shaking. I looked around, but I didn't have anything to use as a weapon. I walked forward, trying to be quiet, but, unlucky for me, I had creaky floorboards, and I just so happened to step on the one that would make a noise. The person quickly turned around. I decided there was no point trying to hide, so I shakily walked into the living room, and turned on the light. I could finally see the persons face.
"Pj?!" I almost shouted.
"This isn't what it looks like." He told me.
"What are you doing in my house?" I shouted.
"Listen, I can explain." He tried.
"What are you, some creepy stalker?" I asked him.
"Dan! Listen, I can explain." He shouted. It silenced me for a second.
"You better have a good explanation for this." I told him, walking into the room and sitting down.
"Where do I begin with this?" He said to himself.
"How about why you're in my house." I suggested, annoyed.
"That would be a bit hard to explain without explaining everything else." He said.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Alright, I'll just tell you then." He said.
"Good." I said.
"I'm a ghost." He confessed. I sat there, blinking at him.
"That's not what I thought you were going to say." I said. "Are you having a laugh?" I asked him.
"What?" He asked.
"Do you expect me to believe that?" I questioned.
"I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me." He begged.
"You really are a crazy stalker, aren't you?" I said, standing up and moving away from him.
"I can prove it to you." He said.
"What? That you're a ghost? Are you from a mental hospital?" I asked him.
"Look, watch." He said, then promptly disappeared, right in front of my eyes. I stood there wide-eyed, with my mouth hanging open.
"See?" He said, reappearing, making me jump.
"But you… and I… but, what?" I asked confused.
"Just listen." He said, stepping towards me.
"No, stay away from me." I said, moving back.
"Please Dan. Just calm down." He told me.
"Calm down? Calm down?! You just tell me you're a ghost, disappear right in front of me, and then tell me to calm down?!" I was hyperventilating by now.
"Dan, Dan breath." He said. I decided now was probably a good time to listen to him. I took deep breaths, lowering myself onto the chair. He went to move towards me again.
"No." I said, putting my hand out to stop him. After about 5 minutes of trying to regulate my breathing, I was finally able to talk properly.
"Why are you in my house?" I asked him.
"Well now you know about me being a ghost, this might be easier to explain. This is kinda where I died." He told me.
"What?!" I shouted.
"It was a few years ago now." He said.
"So let me get this straight. You're a ghost, and you died in this house. Did you live here, or did you just decide this would be a good place to die?" I asked him. My sarcasm was coming through, but it was my way of coping with the situation.
"Of course I lived here." He said.
"Well is there anything else I should know, seen as how we're sharing right now?" I asked.
"Well there are two other ghosts here as well." He told me. I quickly stood up, looking around.
"Are they here right now? Can I just not see them?" I asked.
"No, they're somewhere else right now." He said.
"Great, so I'm living in a house with three ghosts. No wonder it was so cheap." I said, sitting back down, defeated.
"Yeah, most people end up leaving within a few months. We don't usually tell them we're ghosts. We don't even usually let them see us. This was an accident." He said.
"Well thanks for that." I said sarcastically.
"I'm really sorry." He said.
"It's not your fault, I think." I said. He laughed slightly.
"But I need to warn you." He said.
"What?" I asked, slightly worried.
"The other two ghosts, Chris and Phil, they're not as nice as me." Pj told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, Phil especially, has a problem with people who are alive. He envies them. He thinks they don't deserve it, and so he may try to hurt you. My advice is to stay away from both of them. If they appear in a room with you, or you see them in a room, don't go in, just walk away." He told me.
"Why does he think we don't deserve to live?" I asked.
"Because he thinks his life was taken away before it was mean to." He told me.
"What happened?" I asked.
"That's not my place to say." He said. I frowned slightly. "Well anyway, it's late. You should probably go to bed. I will make sure neither of them harms you tonight. But I don't know how long I will be able to hold them off for." Pj said.
"Well that's comforting." I said.
"Hopefully it will be a few days before they try and make an appearance, so you're safe for now." He said.
"Okay." I said, standing up.
"Well goodnight." Pj said.
"Night." I said, turning to go upstairs. "And Pj, thanks." I smiled.
"Anytime." He said. I carried on up the stairs, walking to my room. I turned the light on in there before walking in, making sure no one was in there. I turned it back off and walked to my bed. I was safe for now, but I don't know how long for.
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