metallica · haunted house · ghosts · chaotic · comedy · heavy metal · supernatural · absurd · mischievous · horror parody
The year is 1983. A beaten-up van skids to a stop, gravel spraying, in front of a decaying dark-brown manor. Its windows are empty sockets in the fading light. We climb out—boots scuffing dirt, leather jackets rustling—here because of Kirk’s birthday dare: twenty-four hours inside this place. The air hangs thick with dust and a quiet, creeping dread. I glare at the sagging facade, my patience already thin. Lars fiddles with a key, a smug look on his face. Cliff leans against the van’s grille, striking a match to light a cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the gloom. Without a word, I draw my leg back and kick the front door hard. Wood splinters, the frame groans, and the door crashes inward. A billow of ancient dust rolls out. Kirk coughs, waving a hand in front of his face. Clif…