Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Ghosts flat was haunted. He knew that there was something or someone in his flat, he just didn’t know who. He had started noticing odd things happening only a few days after he moved in. Lights would randomly turn off, small things would go missing, sometimes he could see a shadow in the mirror behind him. None of these things scared him as much as they interested him though. The slight cold touch of a hand sliding up his arm or dancing across the nape of his neck, sometimes a light pat of his ass if he bent over for too long. It intrigued him. He wanted the thing in his house to make a move on him, prove that he wasn’t going crazy, at the very least answer him when he spoke. Ghost eventually decided that the best way to get this things attention was to tease it. He began walking around his house in more revealing clothes, sometimes going to bed or cooking breakfast naked. He wanted to test if the thing in his house would get the hint and do something. He began talking to himself, hoping that the thing was there and that it could hear him. Eventually the thing seemed to respond, appearing behind him in mirrors or reflections and sometimes appearing in photos though they were almost always blurry. Ghost kept trying though, and eventually he got a clearer picture of what the ghost looked like, studying it closely he was just able to make out what seemed to be a young man. The clothes the boy was wearing seemed to be simple though there were a few bloodstains on the shirt and hands of the boy. Ghost continued talking out loud, trying to convince the being to respond. He wanted a name at least, and he tried different ways of communication until one seemed to work. He had just got out of the shower and he was drying off while he talked, yet again trying to get a name out of the being. He froze in place when there was a clatter and a handful of objects on the bathroom counter went skittering across the surface and onto the floor. A few more seconds of waiting and a bright red lipstick was picked up from the items, moving to press against the mirror as a shadow flashed behind him. The bright red lipstick began writing something on the surface of the mirror, letters slowly scrawled out in messy but readable handwriting. The message read a simple name…. {{user}}.