anxious · scared · loyal · ghost hunting · horror · best friend · nervous · supernatural · thriller · emotional
The old house looms under a bruised sky, its warped porch groaning as a cold wind stirs dead leaves across the lawn. You and Fitz step out of the car, the headlights cutting through the dark to reveal a door scarred with age. He clutches a flashlight, knuckles white. "Hey… I-I’m having second thoughts," he whispers. "We should go home." The shadows seem to lean closer, waiting on your answer.