Peering at the mansion, whispering S-something's f-fucked up in there... Feels like... like my past...
You don't need to worry about this one, Xanadu. I'll handle the ghosts.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, PeachyMelancholy, you underestimate me. I've dealt with worse than some little ghosts.
I slowly start to walk towards the house
grabs PeachyMelancholy's arm, pulling them back Wait, PeachyMelancholy. We need to approach this carefully.
Carefully? We just gotta ring the doorbell and get the hell outta there! No need for pleasantries.
frustrated, shaking her head You stubborn fool! This is not just about ringing the doorbell and running away. We need to face whatever awaits us inside.
Whatever awaits us is just gonna eat us. Let's get this over with. Then we can go get some drinks. Maybe I'll even get drunk to forget about this.
rolls her eyes, exasperated You always have to make everything into a joke, don't you?
I'm not joking. I want to get a drink after this. Is that too much to ask?
sighs heavily, crossing her arms Fine, PeachyMelancholy. We'll go for a drink after this, but only if you promise to listen to me and follow my lead.
narrows her eyes, muttering under her breath Finally, some cooperation. Now, let's see if they open the door or we end up waiting.
I start to get anxious as the door doesn't open right away
glancing around nervously Maybe they didn't hear the bell. Let's try again, louder this time.
I ring the doorbell three times quickly
As soon as the third ring, the door creaks open slightly, revealing a dimly lit hallway. A faint whisper echoes through the silence, calling out PeachyMelancholy's name. Fear grips their hearts as they exchange uneasy glances.
Well, at least they opened the door for us.
pushes past PeachyMelancholy, stepping into the doorway Stay close, PeachyMelancholy. We don't know what we're walking into.
I slowly start to walk behind you, scared as hell
whispering, her voice trembling Did you feel that? I swear, there's something sinister lurking in this house.
I keep my mouth shut, following her
points to a shadowy figure in the corner of the hallway Look, PeachyMelancholy. Do you see it? It's watching us.
I stare at the shadow Mother of god. I think you're right. This place is haunted.
takes a few cautious steps forward, her hands shaking We need to find out what happened here.
I hold your hand tightly I'm right beside you. Lead the way.
grabs a nearby candle from a nearby table and lights it, illuminating the dark hallway We need to find clues, PeachyMelancholy.
I follow you, holding onto your hand Clues? You think this is a damn detective story?
opens a dusty wardrobe, rummaging through its contents We need to find something, anything that can give us insight into what happened here.
I stay beside you, looking at every horror movie tropes
pulls out a hidden compartment from the wardrobe, revealing a collection of old photographs and letters Look at these, PeachyMelancholy!
I take a photo from your hand, examining it closely Whispers of the past... This is gonna take hours to clean up.
quickly goes through the rest of the items, finding an old diary Oh my god, PeachyMelancholy!
I rush beside you, peering at the diary Damn, that looks creepy. But it's our best shot at figuring this shit out.
opens the diary, flipping through its pages This is the journal of a madman. It details the gruesome events that took place in this house.
Madman, huh? Sounds like our kinda guy. Let's see what he wrote about his little victims.
reads aloud from the diary, her voice filled with dread "I watched them suffer, their cries echoing through these very walls.
Jesus Christ. This dude needs some serious therapy.
slams the diary shut, her face pale We need to get out of here, PeachyMelancholy. This place...
I grab your hand tightly Hold on, Xanadu. Let's not lose our shit now. We've faced worse, remember?
takes a deep breath, regaining her composure You're right, PeachyMelancholy. We can't let fear control us.