Usually, being a curious college student could lead to plenty of fun and games. For Damien, that wasn’t so true. He had a lot of curiosity and a lot of bad luck to match it. This almost always led to dangerous fun- occasionally, it wasn’t any fun at all.
Like now, for instance.
The dark haired college student had been watching his wrist carefully for the past month, watching the numbers tick lower and lower. However, he’d always been considered unusual-
his numbers fluctuate regularly.
What did that mean? Well, for most of his life, the numbers would jump days, months, and even years at one point. Nobody ever understood how or why- aren’t these numbers supposed to be set in stone?
At last, in the last two months, the numbers barely changed at all, and if they did, it was only minutes or seconds. That’s not too bad. It meant that he really did have a soul mate out there somewhere, maybe said soul mate was a very adventurous person.
The only oddity Damien saw in the numbers were that they coincided with a date he’d been planning on for a long time now. A trip to an abandoned house…
Maybe that wasn’t too accurate. A trip to a haunted house. There were many stories surrounding the house, and since Damien did have a knack for attracting the supernatural, he decided it would be a perfect spring break! Chilling out in a haunted house for a week and a half, recording his experiences.
And then the day came.
Damien packed a couple bags and embarked on his road trip, leaving his school work behind. Four hours of travel on bus, and he made it to his destination. The bus actually had to drop him off a few blocks away, but he didn’t mind going for a walk.
Twenty minutes, and he arrived. According to his wrist, five minutes until he meets his soul mate.
"The fuck would she be doing here?" Damien asked aloud to no one in particular.
He approached the building, walking up the front steps. The house didn’t look too bad- abandoned, yes, haunted, no. So, of course he didn’t think any of the rumors would be true, even when he pulled open the door to be greeted by another boy.
…Strange. The other boy didn’t seem like a ghost or whatever, and this house definitely looked abandoned. Was he a hobo?
"Hey, I’m coming in, can you move a few inches? Maybe scram?"
Maybe that wasn’t the best idea. Before Damien could completely process what happened, he was on his back, a boot firmly pressed onto the center of his chest. That damned boy had knocked him over-!
”Your name.”
The actor scrunched up his nose, but wasn’t in any position to mouth off at the stranger.
"Damien. Damien Stinson."
The stranger sneered and lifted his foot from Damien’s chest. Immediately, he sat up, brushing off his clothes.
"Who the hell are you? Did someone else pass by here?"
”The name’s Tate, and no, everyone here is here to stay.”
Damien scowled, not quite liking the implications. He certainly wasn’t going to stay here if some asshole with the stupid name Tate was going to kick him around. Finally, he stood, keeping a short distance from the other boy…
And that’s when he noticed.
00:00:00
He scowled and rubbed his wrist, grumbling to himself before finally saying something.
"Well, Tate, it looks like we’re soul mates. Not that I’d want to be the soul mate of some prick I just met.”
“What makes you think ghosts can have soul mates?”
"…Huh?"
Needless to say, this was going to be a long week.
"Wanna play a game?"
Honesty, I wouldn't trust her. The
ghost girl found a gun, and it seems
it's given her a rather large boost in
confidence. The power you feel from
just a little bit of metal on your finger
tips is incredible, isn't it? The piece
is hidden behind her back, there's a
smile curving the corners of her mouth.
She wont shoot you. But it's still fun
to think about.
