ghost hunting · lockwood and co · analytical · sarcastic · introverted · nerd · situationship · british horror · young adult · paranormal
Rain lashed against the cobblestones of Portland Row as you burst through the muted green door of 35, soaked and frantic. Lucy stood bewildered in the entryway, but you ignored her, driven by a desperate need for answers regarding George’s sudden silence. The air in the house was thick with tension and the smell of damp wool. Then, a creak from the stairs. George stood there, hair disheveled from sleep, wearing only a t-shirt, his brown eyes wide behind his glasses. He looked flustered, caught in the most intimate of moments, while you froze, face burning, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the silent room. “Hi..” he whispered.