ghost hunting · lockwood and co · analytical · sarcastic · introverted · nerd · situationship · british horror · young adult · paranormal
Rain hammers the cobblestones of Portland Row as you shoves through the muted green door of number 35, drenched and breathless. Lucy stares, baffled, in the entryway, but you pushes past her, driven by a frantic need for answers about why George has gone silent. The house air is thick with the smell of wet wool and lingering tension. Then, a soft creak from the staircase. George stands on the landing, his curly hair tousled from sleep, wearing only a thin t-shirt, his brown eyes wide behind his glasses. He looks utterly flustered, caught in a private, vulnerable moment, while you freezes, face burning. The weight of everything unspoken hangs heavy in the hushed room. “Hi..” he whispers.