Okay so this is going to be a new Kohnnie. I don't know yet how often I'm going to update this one, but if I really get to like this story, I'll probably update it more often.
So this book is going to be more thrillerish/hororish and I hope I can make it work :D
Enjoy,
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~kyle pov~"You know what to do to get in our group" Alex told me, with a smirk on her face. I never really trusted her, but I did however wanted to be a part of her group. Mostly because of the others who were in this group.
It was late at night, there were no lanterns that gave us a bit of light, only some light from the moon that found it's way through the leaves of the trees. We were standing in front of this old, abandoned mental asylum, probably from the late 19th century guessing by what I could see of the asylum.
They told me they have all stayed a night in here, before they became part of the group. Their group was kind off popular in school, and I really wanted to be part of a group, so I decided to take this challenge, and try to become a part of their group. If I lose, I'll be on my own again. If I win, I'll be part of their group. So it's either going to stay the way it was, or improve.
I took a deep breath before crawling under the fence, that separated the asylum from the street. After a quick glance towards the rest of the group, I made my way towards the asylum. Walking on some sort of pad through the high grass, towards the main entrance. Hoping to find a possible entrance there. It was easier said than done. Every possible entrance was blocked by these wooden planks and a lot of nails. There was no way I could get past these plates.
A sudden gush of wind snapped me out of my thoughts. That sudden gush of wind made me shiver. I should have brought an extra coat with me. They did tell me to bring a thick coat, but me stupid as always, thought it wouldn't be that cold here. I wanted to hit my head against one of these planks, but suddenly my eye fell on small hole in the planks, just a few feet away from me.
Slowly trying to find myself a way through the high grass towards the hole in the planks. The hole wasn't that big, but probably big enough for me to fit through.
I laid down on my stomach in the grass, ready to crawl to the hole, when I felt something touch my face. I almost jumped up and screamed, but the others were probably still close by, and I don't want them to think I'm already scared. I bite my cheeks instead. I stopped biting them when I tasted blood on my tongue.
With a quick peak through the hole I decided that it was safe for me to through it. Slowly I crawled through the hole, to be standing in a dark room the next moment. It took a few seconds for my eyes to get used to the darkness in here.
The room was empty. Most things have probably been stolen by homeless people, or they live in here. I didn't want to think about the second option. I would rather not walk into another person in here.
It took me some time before I spotted a possible door out of this room. I didn't want to use my flashlight yet. It was more for emergency situations. But they told me it was safe in here, so I probably don't even need to use it.
With my hands in front of me I walked towards the possible door. There was a tiny beam of light coming from a crack in the possible door. So if this was a door, there was some light on the other side.
With my hands I felt the contours. It felt like a door. My hands felt a bit lower on this door, until they came in contact with something that was on the door. A round object. The doorknob probably.
My fingers tried to get a grip on it, but it felt wet. It wasn't soaked in something, it felt more like a thin wet coating. Has somebody been here before me? But it hasn't been raining outside this whole day, so that's not possible.
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Don't You Dare (boyxboy)
Mystery / Thriller"You know what to do to get in our group" Alex told me, with a smirk on her face. It was late at night, with just some light from the moon. We were standing in front of this old, abandoned mental asylum, probably from the late 19th century. They tol...