"We are here at Zelda Fitzgerald's Abandoned Sanatorium in Beacon, New York. I am George here with Dream, Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl," As George continued talking at the camera about the history of the house and what it was built for, Sapnap found himself staring at the 1850's mansion feeling a pit form in his stomach. Dream's hand being placed on his shoulder reassured him until he heard Dream yell for him some 12-20 feet away, he shivered. Sapnap now winced, turning around still feeling a hand on his shoulder, but yet nothing stood behind him. He shook his head, running towards the rest of the group setting up lights so they could continue to see when night fell...
The wait was unbearable, all the boys could think of was the mansion, Karl joked about getting possessed while Quackity hushed him, taking a bite out a cinnamon roll. Sapnap had complained about the hand incident for over an hour but the joke about one of the ghosts liking him was getting old. They had already booked rooms at a nearby motel but Dream got the bright idea of sleeping inside the mansion. All the other boys shivered at the idea, the rooms would be split up like so:
Room 1: George and Dream
Room 2: Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity
The boys agreed to pack their bags for the night, as they joked of not seeing a thing but all of them felt a tinge of fear. Quackity complained about running into ghosts and how, "If I see one goddamn thing I am leaving and never coming back," the group laughed at the comment and continued on. They all agreed that the house looked terrifying at dawn, it cast a large shadow and plunged the surrounding bushes and trees into darkness...
(To be continued lol)
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts 'n Shit
FanficThe feral boys as ghost hunters because i'm bored This is gonna be more of a one-shot Most of the humor is based on buzzfeed unsolved supernaterual