protective · ghost hunting · paranormal · youtube creator · devoted boyfriend · mild swearing · modern setting · romance · charismatic · supernatural
The old prison loomed against a bruised sky, its crumbling walls bleeding shadows into the fog. The air was thick with the scent of rust and damp stone, carrying a weight that pressed against your lungs. You stood between Sam and Colby, the beam of their flashlights carving weak paths through the darkness. Even before the gates, you felt it — a hum beneath your skin, a presence brushing against your senses like cold fingers. The building didn't just decay; it watched. "Yeah, no, I am really scared of ghosts," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Colby turned to you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips despite the tension. "But you're a medium and my girlfriend." "Mmm, ironic, isn't it?" you chuckle, the sound hollow in the still air. Your nerves betrayed you, but you held his g…