Mythical Creatures X Reader

Wraith

Synopsis: Staying up late to complete homework, an invited guest comes to join you.

TW: creepy entities, non consensual touching, fear, wraith creature

Word count: 2000

Wraith: a once human undead and malevolent spirit that seeks out to harm others.

There it was again. That spindly, thin, grotesque hand.

It had been glued to your skin since the moment it first touched you, unable to keep itself away. You ignored it, continuing to type away on your computer as it stroked ticklish fingers down your body. You could hear breathing from behind you, the shallow inhales and heavy exhales of air going into something's nose and whistling out through its throat.

Instead of the burning warmth you had grown accustomed to in your poorly air conditioned room, you felt cold. It was an unnatural chill, like when you feel a gust of wind out of nowhere, or when you get shivers after being told a ghost story. The thing behind you had brought the cold, you came to realize. It seemed to be emanating from it, releasing chilled air from its dry mouth, making you even more scared than you already were.

You wished you kept the lights on instead of just the glaring screen of your computer. The soft glow hardly made the 'thing' behind you visible, but it was enough to make your eyes sore. The creature hissed when you switched tabs, your laptop coming to a fully white screen rather than the dimmer one you were previously on. You switched tabs again, going back to the calming dark blue of your PowerPoint, trying to keep your posture casual as 'it' glided its fingers on your currently typing arm.

The long, pointed fingers brushing against you were so thin, the skin around each digit showing translucence as cloud-white bones peeked from beneath. The cold from each fingertip gave you goosebumps, sending your whole body in an uncomfortable shiver. The creature's body was hidden by a black cloak, its torn ends floating and emanating a dark mist that made your jaw clench.

"S...oft..."

Croaking like a last dying breath, scratchy syllables and cracky groans came to speak words that made your toes curl. You couldn't decide whether it was for better or worse that it spoke english, having some form of communication. But you doubted that talking with the thing would be easy, considering how much effort it had to exude to say one word.

You continued to type away at your current assignment, hardly able to keep the temptation of screaming and bolting out your room at bay. Your breath hitched as the being brought both of its hands in front of you, touching the keys of your computer as your hands rested there. You stopped typing, letting it explore your workspace like a curious animal. You couldn't tell if it was examining, or was merely touching everything for the heck of it.

The creature accidentally pressed down on the space bar, causing your music to start up. The thing behind you screeches upon hearing the new sounds as if they were the cries of the damned. Its boney arms waved until they fell back behind you, covering its ears as it continued to wail. You quickly stopped the music. Its reaction caused your eyes to go wide, your lips desperately shushing it as you looked behind you. But the thing screamed more once you turned, covering its cloaked head and body. You swiftly turned away, shutting your eyes and gripping the bottom of your laptop.

Not only were you terrified of its reaction, but you were terrified of your housemates awakening. Having them find you with an entity from who knows where behind you, was not how you wanted to spend your downtime. But maybe, this is what you deserved for having 'downtime' at 2 in the morning. Maybe if you were asleep like everyone else, you wouldn't have to deal with the same creepy, dry fingers coming back to touch your waist and thighs. It was laundry day, and you just so happened to be wearing the most uncomfortable shorts in the universe, of which exposed more than enough to the thing currently terrorizing you.