Dan got up from the sofa to get a drink. He retrieved a glass of Becks from the fridge, then stopped. He was standing facing the fridge, felt a cool draft on his back. Confused, he waved his hand up and down the fridge door, assuming it was somehow connected to that.
When he saw it was not, he turned. He froze. A scream stiffened in his throat, his mouth open and eyes unblinking.
The figure which stood - or if you want to get technical here, hovered - in front of him. It was lifeless, whether it had been born or not in the first place, it was still so.
The figure seemed to be mad from marble, but it shimmered and shifted like smoke.
As it reached out it's long, thin fingers, Dan finally was able to scream.
Phil ran into the kitchen an skidded to a halt to see Dan fade away. He shouted, charging at the ghostly statue, then fell into it, disappearing as if it were a portal.
Filip invited Joe over to his apartment, and Joe begrudgingly agreed. After all, what was better than free food and a moment free from his parents nagging him to get a job?
Filip's girlfriend Georgia was pottering about in the kitchen, and Joe could smell the mouth watering scent of cookies. Filip grinned at him, knowing that Joe was already well on his way to imagining scoffing the whole batch.
For once, Joe's return grin was genuine.
The two brothers sat in the lounge as Georgia served them up, bringing in the tray with three cups of tea. She walked over to Joe and greeted him with a short hug, before going up to Filip and kissing him slowly.
Joe coughed, after two or three minutes, uncomfortable and awkward. Filip broke his kiss and poked his tongue out at him, acting like they would have when they were young.
Joe went to playfully shove him when he stopped. His face froze, and Filip rushed over to him, thinking he was having some sort of cardiac arrest; as he grabbed his heart, like a protection mechanism.
That was when Georgia screamed. And vanished.
Filip turned, slow as he could, to see what Joe was staring at, with his eyes like voids, filled with the deepest and darkest of terror.
There was a figure. An irridescent silhouette, which shone like alabaster but with the consistancy of a vapor, or mist.
It reached out it's long, hooked fingers and touched them both on the right shoulder, tapping hard, but drifting from one to the other like air.
They dissolved into the afternoon air.
Charlie had drifted off on PJ's chest, and was breathing heavily, blowing his hair from his face at every outtake. He whistled slightly when sleeping, which PJ found adorable.
He got up, carefully lowering Charlie's head on the sofa where he had been, and went to the bedroom to get a blanket.
He was cold, and had also realised that meant Charlie had been too, so he could easily drape the blanket over both him and himself.
He got distracted by Charlie's chest of top draw was open, with a shirt and a pair of trackies hanging out. He walked over to shut it, noticing that there was a card inside.
He picked it up carefully, reading it over and over. In a scrawled handwriting, which he immediately assumed was Charlie's, was 'I'm sorry to do this. I know this comes with no warning, and I know it will break your heart, but I have to go. I still love you, but I love Marco more.'
PJ sat on the bed, in a hurt daze. He went to replace the card in the draw, when he noticed there was a sock which had something odd inside. He pulled the strange object out, and it was a huge bundle of £50 notes. He counted 150 notes, and he quickly shoved it back in the sock. '£7500! He was planning to leave me, and leave behind a stupid cheapo card with £7500!' PJ raged inside his head, wanting to scream.
When he stomped back into the living room, but almost slipped face first when he saw what was happening. There was a strange, sculpture like figure directly infront of where Charlie had been lieing. He could not move, not even to flee as it glided towards him, reaching out it's gaunt fingers to touch his shoulder.
He watched his own hands as they dimmed, until they was no longer.
Kasper had invited Gabby to his house, as the two of them had gotten on very well. Gabby seemed to hesitate, but agreed nonetheless.
Kasper was finding it extremely awkward, inviting her in, taking her coat and sitting on the same sofa as her. To him, it either seemed like a ridiculously cheesy romcom - that is sister had forced him to watch, many a time and may of them - or like a film where the female would get attacked and raped. He shuddered, horrified he had thought of such a thing.
He got up. "Want a cake? Cup of tea?" Gabby nodded, and Kasper was relieved to see she was just as awkward as himself.
He walked over to the kettle and put it to boil. Then, he went to the cupboard and opened it, asking "Homemade Victoria Sponge, or Lidl marble cake?"
"Dr Leigh... I mean.. Kasper..." She sounded terrified, panicky and shaken.
"Gabby?" Kasper asked, walking quickly into the other room.
He saw Gabby standing frozen, with her hands out in front, sheilding herself from the horror infront. It was a figure like stone, but also seemed wasted and dead, but was also shifting like a mist.
Kasper ran at it, but fell through. The last thing he heard was Gabby's scream.
Little did he know that Gabby ran in straight behind.