The Haunted House

Oneshot

I've always loved haunted houses, so of course when I heard there was going to be a tour nearby, I jumped at the opportunity. I never expected to see him there though.

Him.

In all his muscly godly glory... I sighed, making my way to the house, following the line of people and trying to pay attention to what the person responsible for the tour was saying.

We were supposed to go in in pairs and try to find a way out of the house, while at the same time exploring it. She talked some more about some rules and then people started to go in.

I noticed that he stepped back, falling in step with me as I made my way up to the house.

"Hope you don't mind we do this together. Hi, I'm Shannon." He stretched out his hand, smiling brightly at me.

"Amanda. It's nice to meet you." I took his hand, shaking it and blushing for sure.

The house was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside and we both stood admiring it for a while. It was huge and there was no one in sight. It was dark too so we turned on our flashlights.

"So, which way do you think we should go?" Shannon asked.

I pondered for a moment before replying. "Upstairs."

The stairs creaked with each step we took and the paintings on the wall had me uneasy. It was like the eyes followed me everywhere I went.

Shannon seemed to notice me tense because he moved a little closer to me. We reached the top of the stairs and found ourselves in a corridor with some doors.

Movement nearby had me jumping out of my skin. Shannon laughed and held my hand. "Don't worry, Amanda. I'll protect you from the big scary ghosts."

"My saviour..." I mumbled, rolling my eyes but keeping my hand in his. Truth was I scared easily but I loved being scared.

Shannon tugged me along, to a door on the right, pulling it open to reveal a beautiful bedroom. We got in and he closed the door behind us.

I dropped his hand to go explore for a bit before I felt his strong chest come in contact with my back.

"You know, I actually was dying to get you alone..." He whispered, his hands on my shoulders turning me around.

"And why is that, Shannon?"

"Because ever since I've spotted you, all I ever thought about was kissing you..."

I smiled, my hands resting on his shoulders as his lips pressed against mine. It was a gentle press of lips at first, but as his body flushed to mine, I moaned and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

We stood there, in the haunted house, kissing for the longest time. We didn't care about finding a way out. We had found each other.