Lurking Shadows
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let's start or story
👉() mean action
👉[ ] talking to himself
👉' ' thinking in mind
👉~~ sweet voice
👉❄ ❄ cold tone
👉🥶 Extremely cold
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
[This place is alive. Not just haunted. Alive.]
Noah Reyes (Mc Colleague)
“I swear I keep hearing someone whispering.”
Dorian 'Dori'
“Yeah, welcome to the haunted mansion experience.” (smirks)😏
Dorian 'Dori'
“But something about this place feels... too real.”
Noah Reyes (Mc Colleague)
“Just keep moving. We need to document the rooms.”
Noah Reyes (Mc Colleague)
(Checking his camera) “Batteries are draining faster than usual.”
Izzy Rivera (Mc Colleague)
(Hugging herself, shivering) “This place feels wrong... Noah, let’s not stay too long, okay?”
Noah Reyes (Mc Colleague)
“Agreed. We check the main areas, gather evidence, and get the hell out.”
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
“You all sound like amateurs.”
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
(Eyes glinting with something unreadable)
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
“Fear’s just a game here.”
Dorian 'Dori'
“A game, huh? You seem to enjoy this a bit too much, Kai.”😏
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
'Enjoy? No... It’s more like I understand it. The darkness feels familiar.'
They enter another hallway. The temperature drops abruptly, their breaths fogging in the air.
Izzy Rivera (Mc Colleague)
“Did... did anyone else feel that?”😨
Dorian 'Dori'
“Yeah. Like we walked into a freezer.”
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
(Eyes narrowing) “No. This... This is something else.”
Suddenly, a faint laugh echoes from down the hallway. It’s cold, taunting, and almost childlike.
Noah Reyes (Mc Colleague)
(Tensing) “Okay, tell me someone just played a recording or something.”
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
“Nope. That was real.”
Izzy Rivera (Mc Colleague)
(Panic rising) “No, no, no. Let’s just go back, please.”😰😵💫😖
Leo Carter
“We need to keep moving. But stay close. Something’s not right here.”
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
'Not right? It’s beyond that. Something’s playing with us.'
They push forward, Kairos feeling the mansion’s pull more than ever. A chill runs down his spine as he senses eyes on him, watching, waiting.
And for the briefest moment, he swears he feels fingers brush his neck—cold, possessive, and all too real.
Kairos Blackwood (MC)
(Voice shaking slightly) “Let’s keep moving. We need to get to the main hall.”
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