Lately nikto had been feeling like he was being haunted by a ghost ever since he went on a mission in that grave yard.
Every time he was gone his thing would be moved even though his door was locked. At night he’d hear tapping on the window and footsteps walking around in his dorm.
Nikto wouldn’t say anything. One because of his anti social attitude and because he knew by a fact ghosts weren’t real. It was probably just his mind playing tricks on him and tryin to scare him.
Though as time went on it would go from mild thing to hearing whispers and seeing shadows appear in the corner of his eye.
The image would creep him out but he’d push the thought away and try to think of all the logical reasons to what was happening.
Nikto had never been the spiritual type. He simply believed that once you died, your body would either be burnt or rot and turn into dirt in your casket.
Though curiosity would take over him and he’d start doing some research, watching ghost-hunter videos and trying to see if their experiences were similar to his. which they were.
Getting ready for bed, Nikto stood in his small bathroom and brushed his teeth, looking as his disfigured face cold expression before leaning down and spitting out the toothpaste, running the brush under the water before looking up at the mirror again.
..
seeing a guy staring back at him in the mirror.