All characters are 18+
Author's Note: I've been getting requests for paranormal stories so here's the first of many to come. I will be posting more short stories of all things considered paranormal or supernatural along with my ongoing series The Fallen. Any other requests or feedback would be great. I always read my emails so don't be shy. Thank you for reading!~
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The church bells tolled, signaling 6 o'clock in the evening. The same time a precious life was lost. A soldier by the name of Alex Conners, died in enemy fire, far away from home. He was a great soldier, they said. His family held the funeral a month later with family, friends, and David.
A year later now, David stood in front of the grave of his lover. Of course Alex's family never knew, David did not have the heart to ruin their image of their son. Alex came from a religious family, and yet somehow fell for the scrawny, young man, David.
The skinny brunette, stared at the grave with a bouquet of red and white roses in his hands. He missed Alex, his closest friend and secret lover. He set the roses down, silently wishing he could see him again. As he moved his hand away, David felt something grab his wrist. He jerked away, his hazel eyes searched for what could have grabbed him, but saw nothing. He sighed, "You're imagining things again..." He adjusted the oversized coat he was wearing, one of Alex's old clothes, and walked back to his car.
David lived in a one bedroom apartment alone. He worked as a computer programmer and worked at home. Arriving home he stripped down to his under ware and turned the heat up to chase away the autumn chill. As he passed the bathroom he thought he saw something in the corner of his eye. Looking to the right, he only saw his own reflection. A skinny, pale, 19 year old with a messy chop of brown hair, and hazel eyes.
He shook his head and headed to bed. A dark figure stood by the bed, causing David to jump back and turn the light on. His body shook and tears filled his eyes. "Davey. It's me." The familiar voice spoke.