So I'm incredibly sorry for not updating but I've decided on making this a short 5 short-chapter story. I know I know! where did I go right?I guess I've just been in a writing funk. I lost track of where this was going and as soon as I figured it out my teachers all went "hey its november lets load the kids up on homework!" all at the same time. I apologize. I'm going to try and finish this story this week and then I'm going to spend the rest of my free time trying to finish my other incomplete story. The sad part is I havent updated it in so long that I can't even remember the name. After I finish that I think I'm just going to stick to one shots for a while. I might add the little Rachel/Jesse ( hate St. Berry but it is suprisingly easy to write) one shot thingy I JUST finished(like literally 5 minutes ago)too. Lcve you guys. Thanks for anyone whos still kicking. :)
Kurt had never been one for superstitions, and doubted the existence of ghosts or spirits, but on a calm Monday eight months into Carole's pregnancy, he might have second guessed what he did and didn't believe in.
The night had started off surprisingly calm, the sting of Finn's suicide has lessened slightly but the awkward tension was still there. Mercedes had come to visit Kurt earlier in the afternoon and they had wasted away the time reading through fashion magazines, gossiping about celebrities and having one of their spa days. Kurt had dramatically loosened up since his release from the hospital and had even involved himself in baby preparations. The only thing they were missing was a name.
Walking quietly down the stairs to his basement Kurt stopped abruptly, catching the glimpse of a soft white light emanating from his closet. Figuring he had just left the light on, Kurt walked slowly over in the darkness slowly pulled the door open peering into the large walk-in sized storage space. When he found that the light bulb was in fact, not glowing he noticed a hunched figure peering through his clothes as if looking for something. He watched the lumbering figure walk down the shelves, taking in the appearance of each item and stopping in front of a section of shirts. Slowly, the figure reached out and silently pushed back the articles of clothing to reveal two red shirts, one containing the number 5, and the other a number 3. Finally working up the courage to speak, Kurt opened his mouth, only to release a little gasp of air. The face of the form looked over cautiously at Kurt and before the small boy had time to focus or double-take, the shape was gone.
Visibly shaken, Kurt went to lie down in his bed, repeating the mantra of "It wasn't real," in his head. As he lay in his pyjamas trying his best to fall asleep Kurt may or may not have heard someone with a very raspy male voice softly singing Don't Stop Believing.
If you don't believe in ghosts, please dont hate. Its just a story. The next and final chapter will have more spookiness and the new baby! :)