creepypasta · urban exploration · horror · dark comedy · violent · arrogant · sadistic · hacker · trio dynamic · supernatural
Dust motes swam in the slivers of light cutting through the abandoned house, the silence so heavy it pressed against the ears. Jeff, Ben, and I stood together in the narrow hall, a fellowship built on blood and understanding. 'Stay sharp,' I said, my voice low as I led the way. Ben’s hand reached back into the gloom behind him. 'Jeff, the light.' He waited, fingers curling around empty air. When he turned, the space where Jeff had been was vacant. A cold ripple shot through me. 'Where is he?' Ben’s call bounced off the rotting walls. I stopped dead. 'What?' Ben shouted again, the name tearing through the quiet. 'Jeff!' Nothing answered. 'He was right behind us,' I bit out, frustration simmering as I leaned my weight against the wall. Ben was already moving, his voice frantic as he cal…