Five years.

That's how long it's been since their unfortunate end.

And three years of dealing with paranormal hunters

To lance, being a ghost was all fun in games as he tried to sneak in as many vine references as he could pass Keith.

Keith, on the other hand, didn't have much fun with them. He always tried answering their questions genuinely only to have them debunk his replies with something that never made sense which pissed him off every time.

Today wasn't any different.

While sitting on their shared bed retelling old stories about their life, the familiar sound of the front door opening and the landlord's voice talking reached them causing them to turn to the door awaiting their new visitors.

Soon the room door opened and a tall male around his 40's led a small group of people in, wished them luck and left with the common bright smile that always made Keith wonder how much he was getting paid to let people in their house.

The group started setting up cameras and familiar recorders on a small table in the center of the room. Within a few minutes, everything was set up and a guy started recording two males that sat at the table with serious faces.

"Hello everyone this is *enter names and name of Ghost hunting company here* and today we're here at a haunted house where rumors say two teens haunt this place" the taller male explained and turned to the shorter one to continue.

"I've asked the landlord some questions, and he said that the two boys who died in this very room were roommates going to the college a few ways down together"

Keith sighed at the all too famous line and glared at Lance "don't-"

"oh my god we were roommates" he whispered with a giant goofy grin.

Keith let out an annoyed sound and facepalmed "why must you do this every time?" he groaned while the other laughed at his joke that he's said more than a hundred times.

"- now let's see if we can get in contact with them" the taller male turned to a small voice box and pressed the record button before looking around the room

"are the boys that died in this room here?"

"yeet!"

"Lance!" Keith elbowed the smaller teen in the side as he broke out in another fit of laughter.

"do you guys want to talk to us?"

Keith stood up and floated to the little box "only if you'll listen"

"how did you two die?"

The hated question. No one liked bringing up their death, even Lance had a mournful look at his face at the question.

Keith stayed quiet and patiently waited for the next question.

"do any of you want to harm us?"

"of course not" Keith replied

The man gave a small nod and stopped the recorder to listen to the replies.

And to none of the ghosts surprise, everyone had a shocked expression as a quiet 'yeet' was heard causing Keith to groan and Lance to roll off the bed laughing.

A few gasps were heard around the room as a louder but still barely audible 'of course not!' left the small square.

The group quietly stared at each other as they rewound the tape a few more times listening to Keith's voice.

"I don't think it's a voice" Keith looked at one of the cameramen spoke up. "if you listen to it close enough, it sounds like wind or a draft"

"what wind?! The only window in this room hasn't been opened in five years?!" the frustrated yelled accidentally causing the room to drop a few degrees.

"ooh, he needs some milk!" Lance teased from where he laid.

The group glanced around the suddenly cold room and then at each other. The shorter male quickly put the box down and pressed record

"is something wrong?" he asked and motioned everyone to be quite

"yea I'm mad!" Keith shouted at the box

" hi I'm Lance Mcclain and I'm mad. My boyfriend just threw out all my scented candles"

Keith felt a small smile form at his lips at the other's horrible come reference and weird voice but tried (and failed) to push the smile away.

Lance always knew how to keep Keith calm whenever groups like these angered him

The short guy stopped the recording and replayed it and let out nervous noise as a loud "yea I'm mad" rang out the box.

"The entity haunting this house must be a dangerous one to be that ma-"

"wait hold on, rewind that clip a little" one of the guys interrupted.

The short guy complied and replayed the clip. Everyone was dead quiet as they listened to the aggressive shout and a quiet voice right after it followed by soft laughter.

"I don't think it's dangerous, something must've happened for it to get mad" the cameraman added.

The two main investigators stared at the box and slowly nodded "you might be right, there might be more to their story that we don't know"

Keith sighed "or maybe I'm mad because you called my voice a draft that could've came from nowhere"

Of course, Keith's remark fell to deaf ears as the two turned to their camera "well, looks like we'll have to come back another time to solve this mystery"

Keith frowned "I don't want you back"

The couple watched as the group packed up their stuff and happily talk about the events that happened tonight.

On their way out, Keith pretended to slam the door shut on the men earning a small chuckle from Lance who was now sitting on the living room couch with his famous goofy smile.

"that wasn't so bad, they asked a few questions and left. It's was quicker and less frustrating than other groups"

The taller male sat next to Lance with a sigh "that's true, but I'm sure that if I was alive, I'd have some kind of a headache from them"