Spooptober Day 1: Honey, I'm Home!
Shout out to @crankgameplays for being the spoopy inspiration for this one shot.
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"Ethan?" you called into the the dark apartment. You flicked on the living room light, setting down your bag as you did so. The moment you shut and locked the front door, the light turned itself back off, leaving you in total darkness. A chill ran up your spine as you grabbed your phone out of your pocket. You turned on your phone flashlight, flicking the light switch several times before letting out a shaky sigh of defeat.
"Ethan?" you called a little louder, making your way slowly into the dark apartment. You were becoming rather concerned, both by his silence and the unexplained lack of lights on. Ethan was normally sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn when you got home, always either watching some cartoon or sleeping with some cartoon on in the background. It was never that dark in your apartment, either. You constantly had to scold him for leaving every single light on while you were away. Even when you were asleep or away for the day, there was always at least one light on just in case.
You walked slowly through the threshold of the hallway, stopping when the temperature change hit you. It was so cold in the hallway that you could see your breath, a strange enough sight that you would've left the apartment then and there if you didn't know that Ethan was still home. You took a deep breath before continuing your trek down the hallway. All the pictures hanging on the walls were broken in one way or another. Shattered glass, torn apart frames, even some of the photos were torn in half. There were a few photos that had fallen to the ground, and if you weren't so worried about Ethan you would've stopped to pick them up. But alas, you continued on into the darkness. You stopped at the sound of glass breaking in the other room. You would've assumed you were being mugged had it not been for the untouched living room and the bad vibes of the apartment. It was as though the walls were screaming at you to run, that the thing inside of one of its rooms would show no mercy. You wanted to listen. "Are you scared of my me, Y/N?" a voice whispered from behind, their breath like ice against your neck. Goosebumps covered your body as you whipped around, only to find nothing there. A figure ran from one room to another behind you. You only saw their leg as they ran into the dark recesses of yours and Ethan's shared bedroom. Your heart ached with worry. "E-Ethan, this isn't funny," you stammered, fear taking its hold. Your hands began to shake as you held back tears, terrified of what might happen to you, but more so of what might've happened to the love of your life. You took one quivering step forward, then another, and another. In less than a second, you were slammed against a wall, your tears finally free to fall. You sobbed as pain rippled over your body, the unnatural strength of the person pulling your arms behind your back taking its toll after merely seconds. "Ethan p-please help me!" you shouted, the sobs wracking your body only making the pain worse. The person behind you began to laugh, a sound that was oh so familiar to you. It was him, but...it didn't sound right. There was a sinister layer added on. It was deep and scratchy, like the sound of two pieces of rusted metal rubbing against each other. "E-Ethan, w-why?"
"Ethan can't save you now."