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Ghost Girl X Male Reader

(guess whos back with his weird fetishes again baby woooooooo)

It was 12:15 PM. The sky was a sickening grey. Rain was showering down like bullets, and thunder was reeking havoc upon everyone's eardrums. You, Clint, Terry, Bo, and Frank were exploring the cemetery. Why? Well, Bo lost his brother Henry to a fire in his school, and he found Henry's old toy rocket. Bo wanted to put it on his grave, as well as saying his goodbyes. 

"Here he is.." Bo said, trying his best to choke back the tears. You and the rest of your friends gathered around the grave, giving Bo his space and time to grieve. Frank was the only one who interacted with Bo during this.

"I don't want to sound like an asshole, but it's for the best we make this quick. It'll be more hard on you if you just stayed here. Plus, our parents would kill us if they found out we snuck out." Frank wasn't the sensitive type, but you and Bo could tell he tried. 

Bo placed the rocket on Henry's gravestone, but he didn't stand up.

Terry was sorta, frozen? He didn't know what to do. He always knew how to cheer people up, but right now he's has nothing to say.

"Hey guys," Clint said, catching you and the others by suprise, "Look at that."

Clint pointed to a Mausoleum. The doors were wide open. 

"Clint, no. We're not going down there." You said.

"What? are you a pussy or something? It won't hurt to look." Clint was always a cocky bastard at heart, but you didn't expect him to act like one in a situation like this.

"No, I just don't want us to get in trouble for looking inside a tomb, numb nuts."

"We're not gonna be in trouble, I got this under control. Come on."

You sighed, knowing Clint, he would probably make fun of you for months if you didn't go with him.

"Fine, but it's your fault if we get in trouble." 

"We aren't. Trust me." Clint said almost proudly. "Bo, you comin'?"

Bo didn't answer, you don't blame him. Bo probably didn't want to see another tombstone, it'll hurt his heart even more.

"Alright then, sorry about your brother again, just know he's in a way better place than here now." Clint said, patting Bo on the back. Bo nodded, and went home. 

"Alright boys, lets go." 

And with that, You, Terry, Frank and Clint were heading towards the Mausoleum. It was fucking disgusting down there. It was just filled with cobwebs and rat shit, and there was already graffiti on the walls. You could hear Clint say "goddammit." under his breath. Classic Clint. 

Terry was pacing around, clearly in a state of panic. He wasn't paying attention to anything. Frank was with Clint, looking at the graffiti, and you were just looking at the cobwebs. They all had a unique pattern on them, it was kinda cool.

A loud thunk echoed throughout the stone walls. Terry bumped into something. But it wasn't stone. It was wood. 

"Guys, look! A door!" Terry said in a mixture of fear and confusion. Sure enough, there was a plain, wooden door with a horned deer skull carved in the middle, with 33 written above the skull. You brought out your flashlight while Clint was about to point it at the door. 

"HOLY FUCK." you said.

There wasn't just one door. There were four of them. Each donning a different horned animal skull, and baring a different number. 11, 22, 33 and 44.

"What the hell...." Frank said, backing away towards the entrance of the mausoleum. Clint actually looked scared for a moment, before quickly going back to his cocky self.