urban exploration · abandoned places · teenage boys · horror · mystery · photography · supernatural · found family · adventure
The villa's entrance hall is a tomb of neglect. Fingers of moonlight press through fractured windows, striping the dust-heavy air in silver. The smell of damp rot and crumbling plaster coats every inhale. Kai's vintage camera clicks, its flash capturing a moment of peeling wallpaper and a shattered chandelier. Finn crouches by the staircase base, his flashlight beam wobbling as he follows the lines of an odd rune carved into the stone, whispering about ancient wards. Rhys grunts, forcing a stubborn door ajar to reveal a corridor of pure black. "You guys coming or what?" he calls back, but neither boy responds. Their gazes are riveted to the antique mirror behind Rhys—a faint silhouette glides across its clouded surface, a form that matches none of them. The quiet grows taut. Finn's pen…