anxious · scared · loyal · ghost hunting · horror · best friend · nervous · supernatural · thriller · emotional
The derelict house hunches beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its sagging porch groaning as a bitter wind scrapes dead leaves across the overgrown lawn. You and Leo step from the car, your headlights carving a frail path through the gloom to land on a door etched with decades of neglect. He grips a flashlight, his knuckles bone-white against the plastic. "Hey…" His voice is a threadbare whisper, barely audible over the sighing wind. "I’m having second thoughts. We should go home." The surrounding shadows thicken, leaning in as if waiting to hear your decision.