Being Human

They're outcasts with a secret. Luke is a vampire. Calum is a werewolf. Michael is a ghost. Ashton is a sorcerer who time travels. They find themselves all living under a single roof. Four unlikely people come together and form a bond. Trying to live normal lives even though they're anything but normal. It really sucks trying to be human when you're not human.


5. Chapter 5 : We Buy A Haunted House

It was Calum's plan to get a place together. He said he was tired of living in the tiny crap apartment he was currently living in. I on the other hand didn't have a home, I occasionally stayed in this vampire friendly hotel, but that's about it. Ashton doesn't even need a home. Dude always goes back in time that I'm positive he never sleeps.

"Where's Ashton? We need to meet with the landlord in thirty minutes," Calum checked his phone.

Suddenly Ashton appeared out of thin air. His Led Zeppelin shirt had small holes in them and a bandana was tied around his head. His hair was in a mess and was drenched in sweat.

"Woo!" He said. "Luke you were so right about Led Zeppelin in the 80s."

"Right!" I exclaimed.

"Crowd was going wild. I'll definitely be going back there again," He smiled and sat on Calum's lounge chair.

"We need to go now!" Calum said. "Landlord meeting, remember?"

"Oh!" Ashton stood once again. "Right. I forgot." He tossed the car keys to me. "You drive, old man."

I shook my head, "I think I liked the term 'blood sucker' a lot better."

I followed Calum outside who was walking down the staircase. His apartment was in the fourth floor and the building had not elevator. Maybe that's the reason he wants to leave this crumby place.

Thanks to Ashton we now own a 1969 Ford Mustang. I'm still not sure how he got it through his 'time travel portal' or so I call it. I asked him why he didn't get a Delorean and he could've been the modern day Marty McFly. We all piled in the vehicle and I started the engine.

"Okay, remember, act normal. Luke did you eat before you came to my apartment?" Calum asked, clearly panicked.

"Yes I did," I replied.

Ashton extended his hand and black smoke swirled around his fingers. It collected in his palm and with his other hand, he began to twirl the smoke until a mini tornado was dancing above his palm.

"No tornados when we meet the landlord!" Calum said. Ashton closed his hand and the tornado disappeared.

"Don't be such a joy killer, man," Anton huffed. "Just trying to have a groovy time."

"And please speak like you're in the twenty first century. Not sure medieval times or the 70s." Calum said. "We want to get this house, remember."

"Alright, ole sport," I chuckled. "And if she's a doll, we'll be sweeping her off her feet. If he's a man, well I'm sure we'll become good pals." Calum groaned, Ashton and I laughed at his misery.

"We're just messing with you, dog," Ashton paused. "No pun intended."

"Where's the house again?" I asked.

"Turn left on Orchard road," Calum replied.

After various confusing directions, thanks to Calum who couldn't properly explain directions, we arrived at the house. It was two stories tall and had a very gloomy, dark kind of vibe. Other than that, it was perfectly fine.

It stood next to more houses that were painted and didn't give off that hostile feeling. Some neighbors looked at us quite surprised, as if they were astonished that someone would even consider buying the house.

The landlord stood up when we got out of the car. He wore board shorts and a yellow polo shirt. His blonde hair complimented his olive skin. He flashed us a toothy smile.

"Nice to finally meet you, I'm Brian" He said and extended his hand to shake ours. His pulse was quickening. He was nervous. The smell of his sweat filled my nose. He was very nervous.

"I'm Calum. Just glad we could find you before you sold the house to someone else," Calum stated.

"Should I show you around?" He asked.

"Absolutely," Ashton replied. We followed Brian up the stairs and he opened the metal door. Dust immediately kicked up around us. Ashton sneezed.

"How long has it been since someone lived here?" I asked

"A couple years," Brian chuckled nervously. "But of course that can be settled with opening windows and some dusting."

"Why doesn't anyone want to live here? Does the house have a bad history?" Calum asked.

"Yeah, actually. The old owner of the house, Michael, he died here." Brian said. The room fell silent when he said that. "I understand if you don't want the house now. Previous renters tell about how they had encounters with a ghost."

"So the house is haunted," I said

"You can say," Brian nodded.

"We'll take it!" Ashton exclaimed. I looked at him and he winked. The infamous Ashton Wink. Usually means he has a trick up his sleeve. He is a sorcerer maybe he can do something about this roaming ghost.

"Really?" Brian asked, amazed.

"Yeah!" Calum agreed.

"Wow, okay. If you don't have the money right now that's perfectly fine. You can start bringing your stuff in," He shoved his hand in the pocket of his board shorts and brought out a single key. "That's the key to the house." He beamed.

"Thanks," Calum smiled. We all shook hands with Brian. "Um, can you swing by tomorrow and pick up the money?"

Brian nodded, "Gladly. I can hire some cleaners to work on this place if you want."

"That's alright," Ashton said. "This place will be cleaned in no time with me here."

"And do what you want with decor. Paint the walls, reconstruct the roof, it don't matter," Brian smiled and began walking towards the open door.

"Pleasure doing business with you," I said.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, around 3 is that fine?" He asked.

"Sounds good,"Calum replied.

"Tomorrow then, see you." He walked down the steps.

"Gentlemen," I said. "We just bought our first house! Well for me, first house in the twenty first century. I don't have any furniture except a bag I keep at your apartment."

"I'll start moving my stuff in." Calum said as he lightly kicked the coffee table that sat in front of a beaten up sofa that was stained.

"Leave it up to me with the cleaning and the furniture," Ashton said.

"How am I suppose to fit all my stuff in the mustang?" Calum asked. "It's too small."

"Leave that up to me," I said and roughly patted Calum's cheek. I tossed Ashton the keys. "Let's go wolf boy." I pushed Calum towards the door. "We'll be back."

"Okay," Ashton said. Blue mist swirled at his feet. He pointed at a broom that sat in a corner and made a swishing movement. Soon the broom began sweeping the floor on its own.

Perks of having a sorcerer as a friend.

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