Attics and Possession

Anthony jumped when he heard loud coughing. He started blinking, and a confused look formed on his face when he realized that Ian wasn't beside him.

"What the hell...?" he mumbled as he rubbed his face. He forced himself out of the comfy bed before stumbling out of the room.

"Ian?" he called out.

"Yes, Anthony~?" The voice he heard...it couldn't have been Ian's. It was too...dark, to be Ian's. And the laugh that followed...

Fear formed in Anthony's heart as he walked into the candle-lit living room.

"Ian, what..." His breathing started to get shaky. "What's..."

"Oh, Anthony. Don't you know~?" Ian strode over to the taller male, giving him an evil grin. "This is your fault."

"What did I do?" Anthony sobbed slightly. He pulled the possessed male into a hug. "I'm sorry, I don't remember what I did, just...just give me back..." He sobbed again, and again, until he couldn't stop.

"Woah, dude...why're you crying?"

Anthony pulled back slightly. He stared into Ian's eyes.

"What's...why...what...?" Anthony knit his eyebrows together as a hiccup escaped his mouth.

Ian stood in Anthony's arms awkwardly. "Uh, Ant? Seriously, what's wrong? And, can you maybe, stop doing the huggy thing? And why are there candles everywhere?"

Anthony just buried his face in Ian's neck while pulling the shorter male closer.

Ian blinked a few times before glancing in the mirror. Written on the wall behind he and Anthony were the words "dOn't Go inTO thE ATTic."

He shivered lightly before wrapping his arms around Anthony. "It's okay, man. It's okay."