When Wolfram was seven, his mother got a job in Japan forcing them to move into The House. He did not know at the time why people called it that, but by the time he made his first friend he was exuberantly informed. Elizabeth was just hyper like that at ten.
She told him about the teenager that had been murdered there by his lover. That he haunted the house and no one ever lived there for very long, the teen tended to scare people away or hurt them. Rumour had it he was jealous of any couples who chose to live there.
Wolfram told her she was crazy because he had never heard or seen any ghost and his family had been living there for a month.
Elizabeth told him the ghost only bothered teenagers. That it would not bother him but maybe he should watch out for his brothers.
He told her that she was loony and his brothers would never be scared of some stupid Japanese ghost.
He got a slap on the cheek for the loony comment and they did not talk to each other for a week; then school started and everything was good again.
When Wolfram turned fourteen he had his first boyfriend. It was an older teen, sixteen to be exact and one of Conrad's friends. His name was Yozak.
One day while sitting in the living room of their house watching a movie together, Wolfram thought he saw someone out of the corner of his eyes; when he turned there was no one there. Shrugging it off as being due to not getting enough sleep the night before, he went back to watching the movie.
A few minutes later Yozak announced his need to relieve himself, information which Wolfram informed Yozak he did not need to know. On the way back down to the living room, Yozak fell down the stairs and broke his left arm, right leg and fractured three ribs. Later when he was being taken away by the ambulance, he said it felt like someone had pushed him down the stairs. A week later he broke up with Wolfram.
That night as he lay sobbing on his bed, Wolfram felt like there was someone stroking his hair and back trying to comfort him. He assumed it was his mother or one of his brothers since it was something they would do, but when he asked the next day he was told they had not been in to see him.
It was then that Wolfram began to wonder if The House really was haunted like Elizabeth had said. This was not a comforting train of thought.
For the next two years Wolfram refused to bring any of his boyfriends to The House, no matter how much they begged and pleaded to see it. He did this because of his now strong belief of the existence of a ghost there.
That all changed when he met Alford. The other teen, a classmate of his, had just moved from Ohio and was so sweet that Wolfram couldn't say no to bringing him over. They chatted in the kitchen drinking soda for the day, and then Alford went home for the night. Since nothing had happened Wolfram wondered if all his previous superstitions had been for nothing. He would definitely invite Alford over again soon.
The next time Alford visited things seemed to go really well, at least that is what Wolfram thought. At one point Alford went to get him them some drinks, even thought Wolfram had insisted it was his house, and after ten minutes of him being in the kitchen Wolfram became worried. Getting up he headed into the kitchen only to see Alford trying to bandage a large cut on his arm.
When Wolfram asked what happened Alford claimed that there had been a knife in the sink and he had accidentally cut himself on it. The story was full of holes but when Alford kissed him on the cheek and told him he was okay, Wolfram let it drop. After that they spent most of their time together at school and Alford's house.
Things went well like that until Wolfram started to get the dreams; he was not too sure what they were at first, usually images of someone his age talking to him in his sleep. He could not however make out what the other was saying. Usually he woke up from the dreams feeling confused and even a little scared sometimes.
The next time Alford came over Wolfram would come to understand that fear. Alford came over for Wolfram's 'sweet sixteen' party thrown by his mother and brothers. The party ended up being anything but.
The first few hours of the celebration went fine; there was gift opening, cake eating, and much merriment. When Wolfram and Alford went upstairs to Wolfram's room, for a more personal celebration things went wrong.
Wolfram could never really explain what happened after, or even how it happened; he would be too traumatized about the events to do so.
However it went something lie this:
When the two made their way upstairs, lips locked together and Wolfram's mother's reminder to use protection ringing in their ears; they immediately fell upon the bed. Wolfram was blushing as he looked up at Alford, breath slightly ragged. There were collective declarations of love before their lips locked again; and then it happened.
On Wolfram's dressed was an antique sword; it was one his father had sent him before he died, it wasn't a sharp piece, the edge having been dulled. But that did not seem to matter when it suddenly hurled towards then at a speed neither would have believed had they seen it. All Wolfram could do once he saw the end of the sticking out of Alford's chest was scream.
After this things got hectic; Alford survived, but Wolfram swore to stay away from him since he blamed himself for what happened. Since it was the summer time he chose to stay inside, locking himself away in his room to keep anyone he held dear safe.
He spent his days staring out the window and his nights tossing and turning the dreams that had been plaguing him for months becoming more prominent and easier to decipher. The boy in them was obviously Japanese with black hair and eyes, and he obviously wanted something from Wolfram. Or rather, as the dreams went on, Wolfram himself.
This is when Wolfram began to piece things together this boy; Yuuri, Wolfram now new his name, wanted Wolfram to be with him, to die with him. Wolfram contemplated this, his death would save many people, especially anyone who chose to move into this house would be spared from the pain he had experienced. No one would be hurt like Alford had. That thought alone is what prompted him to make his decision.
Even though he did not know this ghost, or love him like the ghost claimed to love him, he knew that if he did not join him things would just continue the way they had been. And so that was why one summer day; while his mother and brothers were out, Wolfram drew himself a warm bath and took a knife to his wrists.
The cuts hurt, but Wolfram squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and the tears streaming out of them, and reminded himself that he was doing this for all those he loved. That alone seemed to dull the pain a little.
As he slowly to drift off into his final slumber, Wolfram felt someone take his hand and a voice speaking to him.
"Welcome home."
And then he knew nothing more.