𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗯𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸~𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗮𑁍

Y/N's POV

It was a chilly evening as we arrived at the infamous Villisca Axe Murder House, our hearts pounding with excitement. Colby, my boyfriend, Sam, my brother, and I were there to film a vlog for Hell Week, and the anticipation was palpable. As we set up our equipment inside the house, I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The darkness of the house seemed to swallow us whole, and I clung to Colby's arm for comfort.

"Hey baby girl," Colby whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't worry, we've got this. Nothing can hurt you with me by your side." He said, as he puffed out his chest in pride, which made me laugh at his crazy antics.

I smiled up at him, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. Colby always had a way of making me feel safe, even in the most terrifying situations. Sam busied himself with setting up the Estes Method, while I carefully placed the Alice Box on a nearby table. The air crackled with energy, and I knew that we were in for a night we would never forget.

As we began the investigation, Sam's voice echoed through the room, his words spoken by entities from the Estes Method. I watched as he asked questions, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, his voice broke through the static, calling out Colby's name.

"Colby," Sam said, his voice filled with urgency. "Woah, that said Colb, that's crazy!"

"Y/N," Sam said, which made us all go crazy. I felt a prickle of unease as Sam said my name, our eyes wide with shock. What could he possibly be hearing that involved both Colby and me? My mind raced with possibilities, and I clutched Colby's hand tighter, seeking solace in his touch.

And then, the moment that sent chills down my spine. Sam's voice rang out in the darkness, his words clear and unmistakable.

"Kill both."

The words hung in the air, a sinister whisper that seemed to seep into our very souls. My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew that we were in danger. As if in response, the Alice Box crackled to life, its static-filled voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Dead siblings," the electronic voice said, the words chilling me to the core. I felt a sudden wave of panic wash over me. Is it talking about me and Sam? Were we in danger simply by being there? I knew that we had to tread carefully, lest we invite harm upon ourselves.

With a trembling hand, I reached out and tapped Sam on the shoulder, urging him to remove the headphones. I couldn't bear to hear any more of the disturbing messages that seemed to be coming through the Estes Method and the Alice Box. We needed to protect ourselves, no matter the cost.

But we were still filming, and I knew that we had to continue for the sake of our audience. Colby squeezed my hand reassuringly, his eyes filled with determination. Together, we pressed on, our hearts pounding with fear and excitement.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere in the house grew more and more oppressive. Shadows danced along the walls, whispering secrets that sent shivers down my spine. The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty rooms, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Did you hear that?" I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

Colby nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "I think we need to get out of here, guys. This place gives me the creeps."

I agreed wholeheartedly, but I knew that we had to stay and finish what we had started. Our audience was counting on us to deliver a thrilling vlog, and we couldn't let them down. With a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come.

And then, in the darkness, a sound rang out that made my blood run cold. A loud, insistent knocking echoed through the house, as if someone or something was trying to gain entry. I felt a scream rise in my throat, but I swallowed it back, not wanting to give in to fear.

Colby pulled me close, his arms a protective shield around me. "We need to stick together, no matter what happens." Me and Sam nodded, then continued the video.

My heart was pounding in my chest. Together, we faced the unknown, daring to confront the spirits that haunted the Villisca Axe Murder House. And as we made our escape, I knew that we had survived a night we would never forget.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, I felt a rush of relief wash over me. We had made it out alive, our hearts beating in unison as we clung to each other for support.