Three Friends Face a REAL Ghost in Haunted House

Tonight was supposed to be just another one of Naning's wild ideas. You know, the kind that sound insane but end up as hilarious stories you'll tell for weeks? But as we stood in front of that rundown Victorian mansion, something felt off. Moonlight barely cut through the fog, and every thunder crack twisted my stomach tighter.

Naning was all grins, torch held high, acting like she owned the place. Kim? He's got that look, like he's one second from bailing – eyes flicking from the creepy windows to the way the garden just... rots. Sharlmagne's whispering about shadows moving upstairs, and honestly, I thought she was just freaked by the wind. Until that window flickered with something – yeah, SOMETHING – watching us.

We joked about "ghosts" when school was boring. But when a place feels this wrong, all those dumb dares turn sour fast. The way the house loomed over us, with every step at the gate crunching broken glass, my heart started pounding. Kim muttered about haunted vibes, and Naning laughed it off, pulling us in. But if you've ever felt eyes on you – cold, hungry eyes – you'd get why the darkness suddenly feels alive.

Fifteen seconds. That's all it took to go from brave to terrified. There's nothing like getting caught between stupid curiosity and something you can't explain. Next time, when someone says "It'll be fun," remember: horror doesn't wait for permission. It finds you, right where you're dumb enough to look.