spooky scary

Abandoned houses fucking rule.

Go somewhere your friends wouldn't dare, take a few pictures and bang, the biggest don in the entire group. 10/10 would do it again.

In fact, you are– a small little spot in the forest. Looks like a horror movie reject, smells like one as well. Hits the criterium, right in you go with a smashed window.

Looks less gross on the inside, which is very disappointing. How does one prove they were fucking around in the woods if the house looks like any old bint lived in it? Rough day at the office. Though the second thought of wait what why? had fast approached.

How the actual fuck is this in pristine condition?

You look around, scan your eyes over dim furniture older than life itself, some fucking monarch lived here with the grotesque overuse of orange. Chair, table, photo frames? Just a bit fucking ridiculous. Well on the bright side at least you get a few laughs out of it, people feeling something is better than nothing.

Just gotta waltz on out, surely nothing will go wrong–

"boo." Oh shit a very short ghost!

"ahh!"

You turn around, certainly a ghost– blue tinted, floating, somehow still smaller than you despite being in mid air. Possibly the least intimidating thing you've ever seen, your hand grabs at the handle just for it to reveal its locked.

Oh well, what's a person to do?

"Excuse me what the actual fuck are you doing in my house?" She points, finger going right through you.

"Sightseeing."

"Sightseeing? It's breaking and entering that's what it is." You can't help to laugh, this is absurd, nobody's going to believe you. A picture is so obviously needed that you whip your phone out quicker than a virgin and their first time.

"yeah yeah sorry whatever pose real quick?" You snap a picture, and oh look and behold. She's there, that's wicked cool. "Thanks."

"The disrespect…" They can't touch you, but clearly can touch everything in her house. Throwing a nearby cup at you donking you on the head. "Rude incogrent wretch!"

"I have no idea what those words mean, also ow…"

"Eugh, you are annoying, but I'm bored. I'm Yeojin, entertain me a bit and I won't kill you hm?" Yeojin is still not very intimidating even if she proved that she was an athlete in a previous life.

"Can I film?"

"You youth have interesting priorities, go for it." Yeojin disappears into the floor like sugary water, instead of ants though you just get a puff of smoke.

Then everything goes black, those windows? What windows? A pair of white eyes flicker in the background, watching you.

Hurr, this is more like it. Now you are going to get all the credit.

Something tells you to be scared, something else reminds you that this is the macanations of a 4'11 ghost and that's the funniest thing. Wisps of light lead you around the place.

Be scared, it's enjoyable.

You burst out laughing, what kinda request is that?

Then boom, another ghost. Actually scary, big, fucked up face, looks like the personification of a guy named 'Tony'. "Time to die…grrrr"

It comes barreling towards you, empty headed and hardhandedly. You run, not scared but you play up the theatrics, 'ahhhhs' and 'oh spooky scary!' if only it sent shivers down your spine.

Hehe.

A express flight up the stairs and the ghost is so slow, you've done the entire gap before the fucker got on the first step. Things fall over, clothes float (though it's hard to see them given they could be put on ratatouille) It's all fun footage, maybe you could be a movie director.

Do not enter my bedroom, otherwise I'll

Too late!

Got you fucked up if you think you aren't looking at a ghost's bedroom, what if they have mysterious trinkets or the answers to life itself.

Disrespectful twerp.

It's not exactly the keys to the universe, though Yeojin spawns herself back in. Grabs a book off her shelf and launches it into your head. "Catch."

"are you entertained yet?"

"Very, but you've got to entertain me a bit longer if you wish to escape my evil clutches! Mwhahaha."

A storm of random objects got thrown at you, a dodge to the left a wiggle to right and a crouch to the top. Yeojin misses them, but the smile on her face is evident. "You can't hit for shit."

donk!

"Ow! Fucking lucky shot."

"Hehe, good throw you mean."

Shit starts flying, bookshelves, pillows, candles. Yeojin's quite a locked in ghost. "This is the most fun I've had since my departure." She says candidly, a twinge of sadness flashes through your heart.

Rule one is to never let your guard down though because she takes this time to throw a fucking newborn set of pens that wasn't there a second ago. Throwing you right onto the ground.

"Too slow, idiot."

"fuck you…" You scamper back up, "cheap shot for a cheap house."

"I'll have you know this house cost me 500…"

"Damn I should move in."

She giggles, the window opens. "If you would like to get out of here you must jump, it is my final little bit of evening entertainment." Well you weren't going to complain about that, more footage, a sick time, a few minor concussions. Sounds like a wicked night out.

"Alright sound, thanks for all this.. It's going to make me so fucking cool."

"No problem, feel free to come back again. All my friends are bound to houses much further away." You guard yourself, just in case another object comes flying.

"More footage? Hell fucking yeah I'm game."