A single mom moves into a new apartment with her young son, only to find out it’s inhabited by a poltergeist. At first she’s spooked, but comes to realize that the poltergeist is helping to raise her son.
I’d watch it.
It’s like ‘The Others’, except that everyone just kind of… gets used to seeing each other. There are two families sharing one house, and okay, one family is a bit dead, but they’re all figuring things out as they go and it’s super handy to have a spare parent or two around.
*
“Mom, I’m home!”
“She’s out shopping, go do your homework.”
“Aunt Ingrid, they didn’t even HAVE homework when you were alive, why are you BUGGING me – “
“When I was alive we churned butter instead of our mother going to the store to buy it, do you want to learn how to churn butter?”
“Fine, okay, homework it is.”
*
“David, don’t walk through the walls.”
“Opening the door is too hard.”
“Then walk through the DOOR like your sister. Respect the conventions at least.”
“Fiiiiiinnne…”
*
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Fixing the fence.”
“Uncle Roger, are you possessing my mom?”
“We tried just having me tell her how to do it, but it was taking too long and she got frustrated.”
“It’s WEIRD, though.”
“Do you want to do this?”
“No, I – “
“Too late. Come and learn how to fix this. You’re the man of the house now.”
“NOBODY SAYS THAT ANY MORE, UNCLE ROGER.”
*
“Did you have a fight with David?”
“No.”
“Then why are you both making that face?”
“There’s no FACE.”
“That’s what he said.”
“We didn’t have a FIGHT, okay…”
“Aunt Ingrid is worried, she says he’s been moping all morning. He’s barely visible half the time.”
“Look, we didn’t have a fight, I just asked him how he died and then it got weird.”
“STEVE YOU DO NOT ASK PEOPLE HOW THEY DIED THAT IS SO RUDE.”
“Mom, it came up, okay, it wasn’t just out of nowhere!”
“YOU APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW.”
*
“Steve! David! Isobel! Who broke this vase?”
“Meteor did it.”
“It was not the dog! Which one of you was throwing things in the house?”
“No, really, Mom, it was Meteor.”
“And how did the dog get up on the mantlepiece?”
“Uh…”
“ISOBEL WERE YOU LEVITATING THE DOG AGAIN?”
*
“This is completely inaccurate.”
“Roger…”
“I mean, look at those clothes. I’ve never seen *anyone* dressed like that.”
“They weren’t very careful about accurate costuming in these old movies.”
“I read ALL the Sherlock Holmes stories when they were first published and I ASSURE you he was a GENTLEMAN, not like – “
“Roger, will you just let us watch the moving pictures in peace?”
“But they’re WRONG.”
“We don’t care. Shush.”
*Roger mutters about bossy women and levitates popcorn*
*
“Steve, what happened to your face?”
“I got into a fight.”
“I would surmise from your bruises that you lost.”
“I always lose.”
“Oh, we can’t have that! Come, I will teach you the manly art of fisticuffs.”
“ROGER NO.”
*
“Aunt Ingrid, can you teach me how to make pie?”
“Of course I can… why? I know boys do a lot of things now that girls used to, I understand that, but why pie?”
“I like pie.”
“I can make you a pie if you just want to eat pie.”
I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I really wanted to write this after I saw it. So this is MOST DEFINITELY based on @asofterfan ’s punk AU. I hope you guys like it. 😁
“Excuse me.” The four friends turned around where they saw a small child. Logan’s face remained neutral. Virgil grimaced, Roman bowed regally, and Patton squealed.
“Yes, precious angel, what can we do?” Roman asked the young boy now in front of him. He pointed up to Patton and simply asked with her head tilted to the right “Can I touch, please?”
Patton squealed again. He really couldn’t resist cute things, however just as he was about to give the affirmative, he heard a voice say “Now, now little boy, you shouldn’t be talking to these hooligans. They’re bad kids. And you want to be good, don’t you? Patton’s delight quickly twisted itself into blinding anger. How dare this person judge him and his friends based solely on their looks. How dare they do so in front of a child. He quickly looked over at the boy, who really just looked terrified, he could already see tears tracking themselves down his cheeks.
Patton swallowed, he didn’t really need to scare this poor kid anymore. Again, before he could speak Virgil beat him to it, kneeling in front of the poor kid, his choker off for once.
“Here”, he rumbled as he strapped it around the small boy’s wrist, “this has spikes, like my friend’s jacket and you can touch it anytime.”
The boy looked at his wrist, then back at the purple haired boy in front of him, and he smiled so big Virgil thought the kids face was going to break. “Thank you” his childish voice wobbled with genuine gratitude.
Logan snapped out of his stupor, and in turn replaced Virgil when he moved away. “Here”, Logan spoke, his voice clear and crisp as ever,” this should be adequate.” He wrapped his blue flannel around the small waist and tied a loose knot. Already missing the warmth, but more than happy to prove someone wrong.” Now you look really punk.”
Again the child thanked the blue haired boy.
And as Logan moved this time Roman took his place “ Young one,” Ro just really just wanted to be dramatic (but when doesn’t he),”I bequeath you these majestic, gloves, an elf stole the fingers, giving them the power to see beauty within all living things. Although I believe you already have that power”
Everything, according to Roman, was perfect when the young boy giggled his thanks.
Finally Patton knelt down, taking off the flower crown he had worked on for several days, placing it on the kid’s head. Patton smiled wide again when it slipped down to his neck. “You still want to feel my spikes?” Patton asked, his smile still wide.
The boy reached his smaller hand out, and ran it across the metal spikes, smiling at their coolness and marveling in the fact that they weren’t at all sharp. Both Patton and the young boy were now smiling. Just as Patton heard and ignored the click of the camera.
This is the cutest thing in the wORLD I’M CRYING ADSHFJAGDLAHFIA
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