#just realized ive posted reverse phasmo au every other day

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100 Days of Deathduo

Day Five- Reverse Phasmo Au Chapter 3

    The breaker is off the next morning. Again. Clover groans as she shivers in the house. She should. She should really draw those curtains back. That would probably be a smart idea. 

    As she lets the light into the house, even the warm sun cannot hide the chill of the house. Clover doesn’t know if its because the breaker is off or because there is an actual ghost in the house. A ghost that she has realized is going to be a very big problem. And because they are gonna be a big problem, Clover needs to find a solution. Which means going back up there. With the ghost. Who throws stuff at her.

    Maybe she waits a little bit. Clover has actually brought a jacket this time, and sure, its a little dark inside, but she can make do with the sun streaming through the ratty curtains and her phone flashlight. The ghost didn’t really do anything harmful, granted, just threw things and made her house cold and kept during off the breaker, but well. Its a ghost. Clover isn’t dumb enough to go into a room with a ghost anymore than she had to. 

    And so, she works. She wipes down the desk, cleans out abandoned paperwork, and sweeps and mops the floor, making the place liveable. Some of the furniture probably needs to be thrown out, but a lot of it is fine, which makes Clover’s job easier. Yes, she has a ghost living in her house, but at least she doesn’t have to pay for a nice desk. 

    The pictures on the wall show the previous family who lived here, two parents and three kids it looks like, the ones presumably chased out by the ghost, and Clover doesn’t want to just throw them out, even though she doesn’t really like the idea of having random strangers staring at her while she does what she needs to do. She puts a picture of a teenage boy holding out a fake sword towards the other two younger children by the paperwork, and vows to try to find the owners as she smiles at the playful scene. It would be a shame if such sentimental pictures were thrown away.

    No wonder they needed such a big house. Unlike the family, Clover has all these rooms to herself and her projects, and she really doesn’t need this much space. But the house has plenty of capacity  for if she wants multiple guests over and a room for her cat and an office area. And apparently room for her forced roommate. Because Clover still has no idea what to do about the ghost.

    Clover does know what to do about the dusty bookshelf in front of her, though. She wipes away the dirt that has accumulated and carefully glosses over the spines of fantasy books and old time classics. Surely the family wouldn’t mind if she read some of them. The Lord of the Rings trilogy looks very tempting. Not that she could read it with the current lighting situation.

    Clover sighs when she realizes she is going to have to go back up to the storage area soon. It’s getting darker outside, and she at least wants to finish sorting out this room before she leaves. She is going to have to brave the cold area and the ghost who throws a ton of things and turns off the breaker. 

    The stairs creak again as she walks up them. She is really going to have to get those fixed, the sound is already getting a little bit annoying. Clover goes through the room near the top of the stairs, and feels a jolt of pride upon realizing she didn’t even get lost this time. The doorknob to the closed off storage room is cold again, and Clover shivers as soon as she twists it and walks in again.

    “Hello again ghostie. I appreciate the day-long break. I tried to do as much work as I could without the lights. I even brought a jacket this time. But it is getting to be night again! And I need to continue working. So uh, if you don’t mind, I am just gonna turn this breaker on over here.” She says, turning her head around the room. There isn’t any response. Even when Clover flips the switch, the ghost is suspiciously quiet. 

    “Alright then. Thank you.” Clover says, inching back across the room. She stumbles across the cross she had left there last time. “Ah. I forgot about this. Um. I am just gonna leave that here for you as a gift. Ghosts like crosses, right? She says, going towards the doorway and stepping out of the room.

    The ghost appears near the cross as soon as Clover steps outside, and she yelps at the sudden appearance. They look her in the eyes, and smile and lean down to the gift. And then the cross lights up in flame as the ghost lets out a silent laugh.

    “Ah, alright then.” Clover says faintly. “Not the religious type, I see.” She says, before hurrying down the stairs for the second time in two days.