Beneath Our Disguises

Ghosted (Poltergeist x Reader)- Part 2

(Poltergeist x Reader)

"I kind of wish I didn't give you that board now." You grumble at the mirror. Only your own reflection looks back at you, your lips outlined in pink before glossed, cute, innocent, a good look for you. 

You look down to hear the tap of the marker impatient on the counter, the question sitting on the little board as you turn it around to read it properly. 'Where are you going?'

"I told you, I am having dinner." You grumble back, but you can't look directly in the mirror, even if you can't see him. You could feel it through that glass, his stare as he taps against the little board, he didn't believe you. You groan and touch the edges of your lashes with the wand again, it felt like he was trying to skewer you with his gaze. "Fine, it might be a date."

You felt guilty for the strangest reason as you admitted to actually having a life other than these conversations with the ghost in your bathroom mirror. Quickly he erased the message and wrote out quickly on the board, 'With who?'. Maybe this was why you never told him, because you didn't want him to ask, you didn't want him to ask about tonight. 

"This guy, we met at the mail boxes a few days ago. He lives on the first floor and he just started a conversation." What you didn't mention was that the guy wasn't as cute as Leo, that he didn't have a sense of humor or fill your head with so many questions at any given moment that it could burst. You didn't even tell him that this guy gave you a slightly weird feeling in your gut and filled you with guilt for even agreeing to dinner.

'Name?'

You don't know why you hesitate again, avoiding biting your lip to not destroy the makeup you had painstakingly painted across your face. "Roger Stanford, he. . . he's nice, blonde, he's attractive." You felt like you needed to defend your choice, there was no reason you shouldn't go on this date with the nice guy from downstairs. What you didn't need to say was that Leo was better in almost every way, except he wasn't fucking real.

'Don't go.'

You stare at the message for a moment, it was what you wanted him to say, it was what you wanted to hear, but he was a ghost in a fucking mirror. He couldn't say anything! "Leo, I'm not going to cancel." God how badly you wanted to though.

'(Y/n), please.' You stare at that little black marker, the way he gently sets it down. You remember when he said that he could manipulate anything in that mirror, it made sense now how things ended up on the ground, how he could move between the reflections around the apartment but not outside of it. But his presence was strongest in the bathroom, it was where he was murdered. 

Just outside of the bathroom you look back at him, finding him in the mirror this time without your own soul blocking his image. Mirrors reflected souls, not just bodies, but without a body, his wasn't strong enough to be seen in the presence of the living. But without you in the picture there he stands, watching you with those eyes. But he didn't look angry or jealous, he looked scared. And more than anything that was what almost stopped you as you turned off the light and closed the bathroom door.

The date itself wasn't terrible, at least, not the worst one you had been on. He was nice enough, pleasant conversationalist, but it was small smiles and short laughs the whole time, your mind just kept going back to why he had looked so scared in that mirror, his face had looked terrified for you, and you couldn't figure out why.

"I had a good time." Roger smiled down at you and you force a smile back at him. All you really wanted to do was apologize to Leopold right now, to say sorry for making him worry so much about you.

"Yeah, it was nice." You respond, forcing the key in the lock and opening the door to your little apartment. You step inside your apartment, going to close the door except there he stands, blocking it.