it unfolds -- larry/reader - sal/reader

fifth floor

- next day -

"Ugh. It fucking reeks in here. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.." Larry pinches his nose lightly to avoid the moldy dead body like smell that drifted through the fifth floor.

I took a bit to look around, there were random stains on the ground and the walls, the lights seemed tampered with, they're dim and occasionally flicker, ruining my chances of feeling slightly safe. There's little airflow, but the little that there was is cold, freezing even, changing depending on where you step, along with the stench as well. We just stood there for a second or two, reading the warning sign next to the elevator. Sal had told me earlier that it really wasn't that bad, nor was it under construction like the warning sign says, but if I'm lucky our objective of being up here could come true. Meghan.

"Are you guys sure you aren't just crazy? Cuz' I've seen some pretty fucked up shit, but no ghosts yet..." I shiver a bit, still waiting for Larry and Sal to take a move to room 501. "Though.. if there were a ghost it would definitely be on this scary ass floor." They both smile, it makes me loosen up a bit. I mean if they can manage a smile that means they aren't that afraid.. so maybe I don't need to be.

"Just.. wait and see, c'mon." Larry unpinches his nose and puts his now available left arm around my waist, finally pulling me to room 501. Sal waits a second but follows from behind us, pulling the key out of his pocket. I subconsciously put my hand over Larry's on my waist as Sal unlocks the door, maybe believing them a bit more than I thought. However something catches my eye, a small crack in the wall next to the door.. I lean a little bit closer and it twitches to look at me.

"AAAH!" I scream and trip over my own feet, crashing into Larry. He catches me but seems a bit shaken, along with myself of course.

"Theres- thats- eyeball! Thats an entire eye in the wall!? What the fuck?!" I stutter, trying to form my explanation as I grip tighter onto Larry's shirt. I whip my head over to see the guys' reactions but as soon as I do they just burst out laughing. My eyes widen, heavily confused as to what was wrong with them.

"Ahaa.. (Y/N) thats.. Nockfell- Wait no. Addison apartments is really fucked up. We are quite literally going ghost hunting right now." I quickly snap back to Sal's 'calming' explanation. "THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT I SHOULD BE PREPARED TO HAVE STARING CONTESTS WITH MUSTY WALLS!" I punch Sal in the chest, steam seemingly burning out of the top of my head.

I take a second to take a few deep breaths, then greeted with Larry's hand and kind eyes asking me to go into the now open 501 door with him. I look back at the crack in the wall for a second, quickly going onto the right side of Larry to avoid any possible contact with it. "Hmph. Let's go in I guess." Sal's mask adjusts a little, he's smiling. We all walk through the door, my hand now intertwined with Larry's.

"Soo.. where is this little ghost girl anywa-" I'm cut off by the mere fear that strikes my body as we move through the doorway. Larry and Sal seem a bit stiff but other than that completely fine. Now.. I know that they have already met and talked to Meghan numerous times over the course of the last three years but... this is terrible. It's almost indescribable, there is only one other time in my life I had felt something like this and that's from a day I don't wish to dig up.

"I can't. No way." I turn around as quick as possible, keeping Larry's hand firm in my grip dragging him along with me. Though he slows me down to a stop just as we exit the doorway once again. "Don't wimp out now (Y/N).. " I could hear the smirk from just the way his words came out. He was enjoying me struggling.