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writetomyheart2019-03-23 10:11 pm
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[Team sonic] just your standard poltergeist activity
I've been listening to a fun podcast about ghosts lately thus inspiring this short thing :D
Starting words from been dreaming
They both glance up at the light over their heads, and then over towards the living room windows where the curtains are still swinging slightly as if a strong breeze had just blown through the room.
Except that there had been no breeze. And there was no explanation for the suddenly flickering light.
"Weird," Hikaru shrugs and returns his attention to the bowl of cereal in his hands.
"Weird?" Takaki repeats. "Nah, weird is when someone thinks a mayonnaise and pickle sandwich tastes good." He points up to the light and over to the window. "That... that was scary!"
Hikaru remains unconcerned. "It's just the ghost."
"The what?!" Takaki yelps.
As if on cue, they hear the sound of the cabinet doors in the kitchen opening and closing. Even though they're both in the living room and no one else is in Hikaru's apartment.
Takaki scoots closer to his friend, jostling the bowl of cereal which Hikaru scrambles to save from spilling out.
"You didn't tell me your place was haunted," Takaki hisses. His eyes dart warily around the room as if expecting a ghostly apparition to stroll in at any moment.
"It's just your standard poltergeist activity," Hikaru answers. "Lights flickering, moving things around, stealing my socks."
"Wait, what was that about your socks?"
At that moment, a bunch of random socks fall from out of nowhere onto the two of them. Hikaru manages to shield his cereal from any harm. Takaki, however, yelps and jumps up, looking up at the ceiling as if there would be some explanation for the rain of footwear.
"Bit of a prankster," Hikaru says like he's simply commenting on something mundane like the weather.
Takaki picks up a pair of striped socks, examining them closely to make sure they're real and relatively normal. Finding nothing odd, he finally plops back down on the couch beside Hikaru, seemingly having accepted the circumstances for now.
"Cereal?" Hikaru offers.
Takaki shakes his head. "How do I know your cereal isn't haunted too?"
Hikaru grins. "Guess that's a risk you'll just have to take."
And the light flickers again.
Starting words from been dreaming
They both glance up at the light over their heads, and then over towards the living room windows where the curtains are still swinging slightly as if a strong breeze had just blown through the room.
Except that there had been no breeze. And there was no explanation for the suddenly flickering light.
"Weird," Hikaru shrugs and returns his attention to the bowl of cereal in his hands.
"Weird?" Takaki repeats. "Nah, weird is when someone thinks a mayonnaise and pickle sandwich tastes good." He points up to the light and over to the window. "That... that was scary!"
Hikaru remains unconcerned. "It's just the ghost."
"The what?!" Takaki yelps.
As if on cue, they hear the sound of the cabinet doors in the kitchen opening and closing. Even though they're both in the living room and no one else is in Hikaru's apartment.
Takaki scoots closer to his friend, jostling the bowl of cereal which Hikaru scrambles to save from spilling out.
"You didn't tell me your place was haunted," Takaki hisses. His eyes dart warily around the room as if expecting a ghostly apparition to stroll in at any moment.
"It's just your standard poltergeist activity," Hikaru answers. "Lights flickering, moving things around, stealing my socks."
"Wait, what was that about your socks?"
At that moment, a bunch of random socks fall from out of nowhere onto the two of them. Hikaru manages to shield his cereal from any harm. Takaki, however, yelps and jumps up, looking up at the ceiling as if there would be some explanation for the rain of footwear.
"Bit of a prankster," Hikaru says like he's simply commenting on something mundane like the weather.
Takaki picks up a pair of striped socks, examining them closely to make sure they're real and relatively normal. Finding nothing odd, he finally plops back down on the couch beside Hikaru, seemingly having accepted the circumstances for now.
"Cereal?" Hikaru offers.
Takaki shakes his head. "How do I know your cereal isn't haunted too?"
Hikaru grins. "Guess that's a risk you'll just have to take."
And the light flickers again.