![]() He’d nearly scared you to death in the middle of Uncle Bobby’s Salvage yard that day, the book that your nose had been buried in moments before having sprung from your hands and landed a few yards away. You can still picture the devious gleam in his eyes - a much younger version of the ones staring back at you now - as he’d jumped from behind the rusted remains of what used to be a 1960 Dodge Dart. Even in the dark, a faint blush floods his face and he looks down.Īs if by magic, you’re transported to a different time and place where life was much more simple and you’d felt invincible. ![]() The scowl on your face melts into a look of surprise - your mouth falling open and your eyes blowing wide. Looks like we are in the same line of business, then.” He flashes you the ghost of a dimpled grin. “Nice work on the badge,” he glances down again, “y/n. For a second, he looks almost amused and you scowl harder at him. “I’m, well…here.” You grope awkwardly in the canvas bag slung across your body before digging out your fake ID badge and shoving it into his hand. “Didn’t mean to scare me? Well, bang up job that was,” you scowl up at him. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says quietly, keeping his voice low. It’s somewhat gratifying to know that you aren’t completely insane. You recognize the shape of him as that of the non-phantom phantom in the hallway just minutes earlier. You turn to see a very tall man with long, dark hair and a worried expression looking down at you. When silence fills your ears again, the grip on your arms and mouth loosens.īefore you can react you are being led back into the first room with the broken chair. For several long seconds, there is nothing at all, but then, from somewhere indiscernible, the sound of heavy, deliberate footfalls catches your attention. You comply for no other reason than sheer terror and try to focus on any other sound than the pounding in your chest. ![]() Listen.” The voice in your ear is barely above a whisper, but it sounds distinctly male. You wonder if the owner of the hands will even be able to murder you, or if your over-excited heart will explode first and beat them to it. A second hand moves to cover your mouth, muffling your screams. It’s been a very long time since you’ve allowed your fear to manifest, but it’s impossible to stop the shriek that escapes your lips. Backing out of the room, you wonder if it would just be better to torch the whole damn building instead of wasting any more of your time on this friggin’ ghost.Īs you turn toward the next room, a hand clamps down around your arm, yanking you backward and your stomach lurches. You duck inside the open door only to find a room devoid of furniture except for a single wooden chair, one leg broken so that it’s tipped forward at a sickening angle. ![]() You pause before the first one, listening. The hallway is short but lined with three doors on each side. After several seconds of staring disbelievingly, you lower your firearm, roll your eyes, and continue on your path. Standing in the middle of the now empty hallway, gun still pointed uselessly into the darkness, you feel very stupid. To your surprise, the shadow has vanished and you scrunch up your face contemptuously. You count silently in your head “ One….two….three” jumping out from around the corner and aiming your small, altered shotgun toward the place where the shadow had been. You clamp your hand around the handle of your gun and suck in a shaky breath. You dart quickly away from the end and hug the wall tightly with your back. There, at the end of the hallway adjacent to the room you’re in now, the enormous, hulking shadow of a man flickers eerily in the sparsely lit corridor. Pausing, as you reach the end of the wall, you focus your attention to listen for any unusual noises.Īfter several moments of relative silence, you peek around the wall and freeze in stunned horror. “If I never have to see a spooky, drafty old house again in my life, it would be too soon,” you whisper to yourself as you slink along the rear wall of the dining room, the shredded remnants of ancient wallpaper barely clinging to its surface. Beta’d by and - I love you both very muchness. Warnings: Fluff, Sam’s abs, verbal diarrheaĪ/N: This was written for for Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. Characters: Sam x Reader, others mentioned
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