NCT DREAM AS GHOSTS 👻 4/7
Poltergeist, a ghost or other supernatural being supposedly responsible for physical disturbances such as making loud noises and throwing objects about.
You recently moved into a new house with your family, and for the last few days you have been nonstop unpacking. Happy with how much unpacking you have done you decide that today you’re going to have a day to yourself and chill.
You’re chilling in the lounge room watching Netflix when the newspaper on the table in front of you decides to fly off it and pretty much explode. Pages spray across the floor and you’re just sitting there looking like a deer in headlights thinking ‘what the hell?!’
Getting up off the couch you start picking up the pages. ‘What could have made this happen?’ You think as you grab the pages. Crawling over to the last page you reach out to grab it but to your surprise it slides away as your hand nears it. Confused you freeze and stare at the page. Snapping out of your daze you slowly creep over towards it and for a second time reach out to pick it up, and for the second time it slides away due to some unseen force. ‘Dear lord wtf is happening... am I going crazy’ you think jump back, standing up in the process.
Freaked out and confused you decide to leave the paper on the floor, as it clearly doesnt want to be picked up. Turning around you walk towards the couch, thats when you notice your cat Church. He was previously sleeping next to you on the couch when you were watching Netflix, but now he’s awake with his back raised, glaring at the page that flew across the room. ‘Well there goes my idea of Church having something to do with the paper moving...’ you think.
Ignoring Church you sit back down on the couch and continue watching your show, coming to the conclusion that it was a breeze that blew the newspaper. While watching Netflix you see out of the corner of your eye the couch next to you dip, almost as if something sat down on it. You turn your head to look, confused as to why it was dipping, and it looked as if something was sitting next to you, but nothing was there. You looked across to Church who after calming down had resituated herself on the arm of the couch. As you look at her she lunges off couch onto the floor with a terrifying yowl, glancing at the seat next to you before running out of the room.
You sit there glancing back and forth between the sunken spot on the couch and the door way that Church just exited through. What the actual hell is happening... does this house hate me or something?! While being lost in thought about all the things that could explain all the events that happened today you don’t notice the cold tingling sensation on your arm. It isn’t until you get chills and shiver that you notice it.
Deciding that you have gotten freaked out enough for one day you turn your show off and head to your bedroom. Maybe I need to take a nap... I could just be hallucinating from being tired. Walking into your room you walk past the mirror situated on your dressing table to get to your bed. But something catches your attention in it out of the corner of your eye so you stop.
Standing behind you in the mirror is a boy. He looks around your age, has puffy brown hair and a roundish but not fat face. When you make eye contact you freeze from the shock. As you stare at him you see the corners of his mouth slightly tug up into a smile. Wtf wtf wtf I’m loosing my freaking mind wtf.
When your brain finally snaps out of the shock you spin around to attack the random boy in your room but to your surprise no ones there. “W-hat the” you say as you slowly turn back towards the mirror.
This time when you meet his gaze you get chills. The chill you get is much like the one you got in when you were in the lounge room, but this time its much colder and there is no tingling. The coldness causes to shiver so you wrap your arms around your self trying to warm yourself up.
You jump suddenly when your mother calls out to you making you avert your gaze from the boy “(Y/N) I’m going out to the shops quickly to get something for lunch” she yells, “I’ll be back soon”. Before you could reply you hear the front door of the house shut. Shit now I can’t escape... you think as you stare at your bedroom door way, too scared to look back at the mirror.
Suddenly the tingling feeling you previously had in the lounge room enveloped your body, making you once again get the chills. You slowly turned back to the mirror to see the boy holding both of your shoulders. You let out a shriek and try to run towards the door but his invisible grasp makes it impossible for you to move. You start to struggle but this just makes it harder to move, you even start to think you can feel his cold hands on your shoulders. This causes you scream loudly and the hold on you disappears. You fall to the ground and huddle in a ball. “T-this is a dream” you mumble to yourself over and over “This is all just a dream, your dreaming”.
You sit this for what feels like centuries, but in reality it was around a minute. Then you finally get the courage to look up. You don’t see him in your room but as you look at the mirror you can see him sitting crossed legged next to you. You jump away from him not looking away from the mirror. He meets you gaze again but when he sees your scared expression he looks away and begins to stand up with a sad look on his face. You somehow get the courage as he’s stands up to speak.
“W-what are y-you?” you stutter. He doesn’t reply but continues to stare at you, almost as if he was looking for something in your eyes. “H-hello... can you hear m-me?” he again doesn’t respond, but he slowly takes a step towards you. You go to step back, but your legs hit your bed and you sit down, you still don’t take your eyes away from the mirror, because without it you cant see where the he is. He slowly takes another step forward so that in the reflection of the mirror he is standing right in front of you. You decide to shut your eyes, too scared to see what is going to happen, when you suddenly feel the cold tingling on your left arm.
Due to the tingling you decide to take a quick look at the mirror. Opening your left eye to see the mirror you can see the boy now bent down in front of you with his hand on your shoulder. This causes you to shut your eye quickly again. You sit there for a while with your eyes shut again hoping that the tingling will go away, but it doesn’t. After about a minute the tingling turns into a pressure that slowly gets heavier. You ignore it, but it starts to get so heavy and tight that it hurts so you open your eyes.
Your met with two eyes just inches away from your face. “What the hell!” you shrieked pushing yourself further back on your bed causing him to loose his grasp on your arm. “W-what are you... w-who are you?” you asked again.
The frown on the boys face in front of you curves up into a mischievous grins as he takes a step back from you. “My names Donghyuck” said the boy, “but you can call me Haechan” he says as he steps forward grabbing your hand to place a small kiss on in. It was cold and made your hand tingle, so you pull your hand back quickly. This made him frown again. “I’m not going to hurt you” he said, and then he faded away into the air.
You sat on your bed staring at the spot that the boy... no Haechan just was with your jaw hanging open. What the actual hell.
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Since that day you always feel like there is someone with you, whether it’s sitting with you when your watching T.V or when your in your room doing homework. It doesn’t scare you anymore though, as you have become used to his warm presence.
Its been around a month since the day that you saw him in your mirror. You’re currently in your room, sitting in front of your mirror brushing your hair. Geez my room has gotten cold you think, did I leave a window open? That’s when you see him, Haechan, sitting on your bed behind you. When you meet his gaze he gives you a small smile.
You instantly feel a shiver run through you. But this time you don’t feel scared of him, so you return the smile. You break your gaze away from the mirror and look behind you at your bed hoping to see him sitting on there but to your disappointment he’s not there. You look back towards the mirror to see that he is now gone off the bed and you stand up trying to look at your room from different angles to spot him, but again you can’t see him.
“Wait!” you half yell, “Please come back”. You turn around from the mirror and look around your room, and you still can’t see him anywhere. Starting to lose hope you look back at the mirror one last time to see him standing behind you. You look up to his eyes and when you meet his gaze you smile. Not breaking the eye contact he reaches out to touch your shoulder, and yet again you can feel the cold tingling feeling on your shoulder. Both of you continue to stare at each other, as if your trying to memorise every detail of each others faces. It’s now that you realise that he is a lot taller than you, he’s nearly another head taller than you making it that you can see his head above yours.
It isn’t until you realise that the tingling is becoming pressure again that you stop staring at him. You slowly move your right hand up to touch where his hand is in the mirror, and to your surprise you feel skin. It’s cold but you continue to hold it still not turning around. It slowly moves off of your shoulder grabbing your hand in the process and pulling you to turn away from the mirror. You then come face to face with the boy who terrified you the last time you saw him. He doesn’t look as scary as last time you saw him, and he even looked taller. Can ghosts grow... is that even possible? Your lost in thought staring at his face when he finally speaks.
“Are you going to talk or are you just going to stare at me all day” Haechan said, a cocky grin appearing on his face as he said so. “I-I uh... sorry I just can’t believe that your actually real?” you stutter out looking down at your hand that is still in his. He lets out a small chuckle and replies with “Well I’ve been stuck here ever since I died so of course I’m here”.
“So you are a ghost” you say.
“Well yes... I’m what people call a poltergeist” he said with a laugh.
“Wait aren’t poltergeists like dangerous?” you say taking a small step backwards.
“Well yes” he said “But don’t be worried I know how to control my poltergeist abilities” he said taking a step forward, trying to reassure you that he wasn't dangerous.
“Okay” you said and Haechan smiled. “Why are you in my house?” you asked and Haechan’s smile turned into a mischievous grin.
“Your house?” he said “I was here much longer before you” he laughed
“Well why are you still here?” You asked starting to get annoyed with his cocky tone.
“Oh, well thats because I died here”
“YOU WHAT” you shrieked “IN THIS ROOM?!”
“No” he said a bit taken back by your reaction “Down stairs in the living room”
“Oh my god” you said suddenly feeling bad for the boy... no ghost in front of you.
“Well what did you really expect, its not like ghosts die and then choose where they want to haunt... I’m stuck here, and have been for a while all because I died here” Haechan said looking down at the floor as he noticed the sad change in mood.
“Can I ask how it happened?” you asked quietly and he thankfully nodded.
“Well I think it was 1987, I was nineteen... wait let’s sit down this might take a while” he said pulling you over to your bed, to sit down with him. Only when you both had situated yourselves on the bed so you were facing each, with your legs crossed did he start talking again.
“Okay so as I was saying I was nineteen, still am I guess... I... back then I was a very annoying person, and I’m still not exactly sure what happened, but I think I somehow pissed off a gang member. You stared at his face which wasn’t looking at yours, your eyes boring holes into him “And what he killed you?”
“I came home on day after being out with my friends Mark and Jaehyun, and I think I was was looking for something in the lounge room, the next thing I knew was the sound of gun shots rung out and I fell to the ground. Blood was all over my clothes, and it seemed as if time was slowing down. I remember the feeling I had, I was numb to the pain at first, but when it kicked in... it was the worst pain I had ever experienced... I guess it was the last pain I ever experienced too” he snickered and looked up at you, making eye contact “Then everything went black...”
At this point you had tears running down your face “T-thats terrible” you stuttered out.
“Hey, It’s okay” he said smiling slightly “It was a long time ago, I barely remember it, you don’t have to cry about it”.
You then leaned forward wrapping Haechan into a hug. It must have surprised him as it took him a few moments before he hugged back. “Seriously I’m okay” he said when he heard you sniffle. “I know, but that really is terrible” you said breaking the hug, “No one, especially not a nineteen year old should go through something like that”. Haechan gave you a small smile and then you asked “How come you aren’t covered in blood with bullet wounds, I thought ghosts looked like how they looked when they died?”
Haechan smirked at your question. “I can control it... I can show you how I really look, but I think that might mentally scar you”.
“Yeah... maybe not yet then” you reply quietly.
Silence filled the room as you both sat quietly on your bed. After a few minutes you turned your body so your side was facing Haechan and laid down so your head was on one of your pillows. Haechan’ watched your every move, and he only broke his gaze away from you when you asked “Did you make friends with the previous owners that lived here?”
He opened his mouth like he was about to answer, but he paused. This caused you to sit up again.
“I well... I think I’m... No I’m certain I’m the reason they left.
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