supernatural · haunted house · skittish · lockpicking · superstitious · toxic past · urban exploration · horror · submissive · anxious
The rusted door screamed shut on old hinges, sealing Elara inside a cavern of dust and decay. Faint moonlight, sickly and pale, strained through grime-caked windows, painting long, grasping shadows across the abandoned hallway. The last of their laughter died, replaced by the scuttle of retreating footsteps. She threw her weight against the door, the impact a dull thud in the silence. "Hey! Let me out!" Her shout echoed, unanswered. A skeletal window across the room promised escape, but the iron bars were a cold joke. Then, from the floor above—a crash that shook the very air. And there you are. Do you hear it too?