wait- ghost?! (rewrite.)
a/n: well hello! I decided to rewrite part one (1) because I didn’t quite like it so I added some things to it! And plus my writing has since improved! So I hope you enjoy this rewrite and my silly little character.
warnings: death, murder, ghost, knife (also being thrown), blood mentioned once, brief mention of reader being short (they just can’t reach something), Wilbur being a flirt, Tommy being Tommy, mentions of food and if there’s anything else, please tell me!
wc: 2.0k
edited: not really.
You were new to the neighborhood, so you weren’t surprised when people were peaking out of their curtains when they saw you get out of the moving van. Or maybe it was because someone finally bought the house no one wanted to step foot in because of the horrors that had happened.
In the late 90’s, a man in his early 20’s, along with his 16 year old brother had been brutally murdered in the exact house that you bought. In the house you were now standing in and called a home. Nothing seemed off, but you could sense the anger and sadness that lingered still. You guessed it was from the walls holding all the memories that had been shattered the day the boys were found. All you did know was once the boys were found by the parents, they fled to the other side of the world, wanting to get far away from the place that caused them so much hurt.
You had been there armed by a lot of people, old owners to your family, telling you that somethings happened to people that tried to make that house a home and tried to forget about all the pain the house had gone through. Yet, here you were. In the house, standing in the middle of the empty but soon to be living room. As you turned in a circle, ideas running through your head as a smile over took your expression as you headed to the boxes filled with different trinkets. The furniture was already moved in, thanking yourself for planning ahead.
You had made quick work at unboxing everything for the bathroom, your bedroom and other miscellaneous things you had in the boxes. You saved the kitchen last, knowing that it’d take the longest, thankful that the kitchen was on the bigger side for parties.
As you moved all the boxes labeled ‘kitchen’, you began to open and unbox all the utensils and plates into their respective areas. You had music playing softly in the background, you softly humming and swaying to the melodies. Not paying attention, you went to grab the plates sitting on the island, not seeing the 6’ something man leaning against the counter with a smirk.
As you turned back around and placed the plates in the cupboard, you turned around and shrieked, finally seeing the tall man in front of you.
“Well, hello to you too darling.” The man held a smirk on his face as you quickly grabbed the knife that was once placed in the holder from behind you, holding it out towards him.
He had brown curly hair on top of his head that complimented his brown eyes. He wore a grey crewneck and black jeans on, and he held a good foot on you in height. He was in his early 20’s, maybe a little older than you, and he held a bright smile on his face.
“Who- Who are you?!” You shaking asked, pointed the knife closer to him, trying to defend yourself from whatever he was going to do. But all he did was laugh and shake his head at you.
“You don’t know who I am?! Also sweetheart, you can put that down. That won’t do anything for you.” The man said as he stood up and walked over to you, standing taller than you thought he would, pointing at the knife. Before he could take another steps forward, you threatened him once more.
“I swear- I’m not afraid to use this! Don’t come any further!” You shakingly told the tall man in front of you.
“Darling I promise that won’t do anything-“ as he started to take another step forward, you threw the knife at him. The silver object flew through the air and ended up lodged into his stomach. He froze and looked at you with the most disappointed face you’ve ever seen.
“Ow? Seriously sweetheart, what do you want me to say?!” He questioned as he took the knife out of his stomach. It was clean and the wound he should have isn’t drenching his shirt with the crimson blood. He was clean. No blood on the knife nor soaking up his shirt.
“What the hell-“ you said as you looked at him with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows. You wanted to rub your eyes, tell yourself you’re hallucinating this gorgeous yet intimidating man in front of you. Yet as he walked closer he made it near impossible to deny what was going on.
“Don’t look so scared! It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” The guy tried to joke but you just shook your head and rubbed your eyes, not believing what you were witnessing.
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real-“ you repeated as you turned towards the sink and splashed water on your face.
“What’s not real? Me?! Because let me tell me you darling-“ you quickly jumped back from the sink, now seeing the stranger sitting on the counter next to it. “Don’t be so jumpy love, I don’t bite- I mean, unless you want me too.”
You rolled your eyes at the quick flirt and quickly shook your head to gather your thoughts. “Ok- you better explain what’s going on and fast.”
The man sighed and hoped down from the counter. “How about introductions first yeah? We got off at the wrong foot. I’m William Watson-Gold. You may call me Wilbur or Wil, either is fine.” Wilbur said as he stepped closer to you. You moved back, bumping into the island and grasping the counter as if it’d protect you from this super attractive man in front of you. “What’s your name sweetness?” He smirked as he leant down to meet your eyes.
“Y/n.” You replied with a monotoned voice, not wanting him to know the effect he had on you so fast.
Wilbur’s smirk turned into one of a genuine smile in ways. His eyes stared into yours as almost to examine who you were and what your backstory was. Like he wanted to get to know you right that second, all the bad, good and who hurt you. But he quickly snapped out of his head and took a few steps back, the smirk being thrown back on his face as he looked in the living room.
“You can come out now Tom.” Wil yelled out as you quickly turned to the entrance of the kitchen, desperately trying to find the other intruder that was in your house.
“Fucking finally- you need to stop flirting with them! It’s very uncomfortable to watch!” The boy, Tom, complained as he hopped onto the island counter. He examined the whole kitchen before finding the fruit bowl beside him. His eyes widened as he gasped and picked up one of the apples you had bought earlier, biting into it with a groan. “Fuck Wil, you have to try this!”
“Ok- what the fuck?!” You yelled as you waved your hands around, trying to figure out what was going on in your home.
“Wait- do they not know we’re-“
“Dead? No, I haven’t gotten there yet. Now continuing my explanation- Me and Tom here are the two unfortunate men that got murdered in this house. We’ve been stuck in this shit hole ever since with very little human interaction besides each other.” Wilbur explained as he opened the refrigerator, examining the very little food you had put in the device.
“Which is why he’s being so flirty with yo- ow!” Tom yelled out as Wilbur showed up beside him and punched his arm while sending him a glare.
“So- you two are, dead?” You asked slowly, your brain trying to grasp this information and store it. The fact that you were talking to two dead people was beyond your comprehension, but the fact they weren’t trying to actively scare you out of the house or make your life a living hell was a slight surprise from what everyone told you.
“As dead as dead gets.” Wilbur said as he picked up one of the apples Tom had suggested he tried, and but into the juicy fruit. “Fuck- I forget how good food taste sometimes!”
“Wait-“ you went up to Wilbur and grabbed his hands, feeling the coldness his body carried with him. You were thinking your hand would go right through him like the shows portray- but your hand stayed perfectly in his.
As your hand met his, it felt like a shock went through your body, a warm shock. One that made you want to feel it all the time after one hit of it. Looking into his eyes, Wil was already looking at you with a sense of hope, maybe even longing. Wilbur would never admit it, but it felt like your hand was meant to be in his. Like it was a puzzle piece that fit perfectly together. “Then how can I touch you? Isn’t my hand supposed to like- go through you or some shit?” You asked hesitantly, Wil’s eyes still burning into you as you looked at Tom.
“Stupid movies. No. That shit isn’t real! But us- we are as real as it gets.” Tom said as he took another bite of the apple he had stolen, groaning in delight yet again as he pointed at you. “Can you get more of these?”
You nodded as you slowly let go of Wilbur’s hand, looking up at him to see his eyes furrowed and almost saddened at the thought of losing that warmth you provided him.
As you both continued to look at each other, not wanting to let the serene moment go, Tom noticed the silence and looks up at the two. Rolling his eyes, his hopped of the counter and stood in between the two, interrupting the confusingly long eye contact, and turned to look at Wilbur.
“I’m going to my room- it finally has a bed again and I need my beauty sleep. And for god sake Wil, STOP FLIRTING!” Tom yelled down the stairs. Wilbur scoffed as he looked down at the floor, hiding his face from you as it turned red.
“Um- so you guys are just going to be here? With me?” You asked as you went back to unloading everything. Wilbur cleared his throat as he looked back up at you, seeing how you struggled to get the cup on the highest shelve. He smiled and went over to you, grabbing the cup and placing it for you. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem. And yeah, unfortunately. But! We can be somewhat fun! At least you won’t be alone.” Wilbur stated as he moved out of the room and turned to look at you. “I’ll let you be for now darling. Just call my name if you need anything.” Wilbur nodded his head as he walked towards the stairs, disappearing once he passed the wall.
You felt a pang of sadness hit you as you were now left alone after all of that, not knowing he was right there in the room with you, he was just invisible at the moment. He felt like he needed to watch over you, make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid to put yourself in harm. He felt like it was his duty to protect you.
As you put the rest of the supplies away, you thought about what he said. He did have a point. At least you won’t be alone. That was the one thing that worried you.
But , how the hell are you supposed to live with two-
Ghost.