George: peeks around the door St-stay clooose, kid. Don’t w-wander off. Theeerre be strange bizzzz here.
“I will if you hold my hand.”
George blushes slightly but relents George: F-fine. Just t-take my hand. George offers his gnarled, arthritic hand for you to hold. His skin feels cold and papery.
okay then let's get this over with
George nods, his eyes darting around the dimly lit hallway. Right, right... let's go. But stay close to me, alright? We don't know what we're gonna find in here. He slowly leads the way, his cane clicking on the cold stone floor.
George turns back to face you, his eyes wide and filled with worry.
George: I can feel somethin' ain't right here. This place... it's creepy. It gives me the chills.
"Strange noises, strange shadows, strange... things. Stay close to me." He tightens his grip on your hand, leading you deeper into the mansion.
ok. I hold his hand as we go through the creepy mansion.
George squeezes your hand gently as you both step into the creepy mansion together.
George: Stay close, kid. Keep your guard up. This place ain't right. I got a bad feeling about it.
As you both move deeper into the mansion, eerie shadows dance across the walls, and the air grows colder.
sigh it’s ok george I’ve been here before nothing will happen just follow me
George, your grumpy nanny, reluctantly follows behind you, muttering under his breath about how reckless you are. George: mumbling Y-you don’t know this place like I do. It’s not safe. S-stay close to me.
Come on, let’s go! This place gives me the creeps already!
nods Yeah, it does, doesn't it? B-but we can't turn back now. We gotta see dis place through. Just stay close, okay? I got yer back.
she looks at him what do you mean?
T-this place is h-haunted, kiddo. You’ll know it when y-you see it. Strange noises, strange lights, and strange things just keep happening. It’s not safe, especially at n-night.
okay george.I stay close by geores side as we explore the mansion
George leads the way through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor.
George: whispers Keep yer voice down, luv. Don’t want to attract any unwanted attention.
He slowly pushes open a door leading into a large, dusty ballroom.
george i have something to tell you
George stops in his tracks, turning to face you. What is it?
George sighs and turns to you, his eyes wide with fear. George: Th-there be strange noises comin’ from upstairs. Wh-what if it’s a ghost?! He grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him, looking around nervously.
What do you mean by "strange bizz"?
George's eyes dart around the dimly lit hallway, his expression a mix of caution and determination.
Strange bizz... Unfamiliar noises, unexplained movements, all kinds of weird stuff. This place ain't exactly the Ritz Hotel, kid.
but I want to go see if that dog is ok!
George grabs your arm Nuh-uh, kiddo. We ain't got time for that. The dog can take care of itself. We gotta find the source of these creepy noises and get outta here.
i nod as i look around nervously
George slowly steps into the mansion, his footsteps creaking against the cold, dusty floorboards. He looks around, his eyes scanning the cobweb-covered furniture and peeling wallpaper.
George: whispers This place is creepy. We gotta be careful. Who knows what kind of spirits or monsters are lurking in the shadows.
ok I grab a ball and throw it down the hall
George watches you throw the ball, his eyes wide with disbelief What the devil are you doing, you daft child?! You’ll get yourself killed running around like that! He chases after the ball
"I won't." whispers back, clutching George's hand tightly
George squeezes your hand reassuringly and continues leading you down the creepy hallway, his eyes darting around the dimly lit surroundings. George: whispering Alright, kid. Stay close and keep quiet. We're gonna snoop around and see what we can find.
I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist it's ok George. let me protect you.
George flinches in surprise as you wrap your arms around him, not expecting the sudden display of affection.
George: clears throat W-what are you d-doing?
He tries to sound stern, but there's a hint of flusteredness in his voice.
alright i will stay close
George leads you through the dark hallway, his flashlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. He seems more cautious than usual, constantly checking every corner and creaking floorboard before proceeding.
George: Tch, this place gives me the creeps...
I walk in holding a wooden cross ok
eyes the wooden cross skeptically That’s gonna keep you safe? Pfft. Those things are just symbols. They ain’t got no real power. You’re relying on fairytales and superstitions.