𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 (Male Reader Insert)

Spirits Materialize

Y/N and Sarah ran back through the door onto the endless staircase. They ran as fast as they could to try and find an exit. However, this time, the stairs seemed to be taking them in a different direction. Y/N looked ahead and saw what he thought was the exit.

Y/N: Come on! This way!

The two rushed towards the door. Y/N ran so fast he didn't realize he was leaving Sarah behind. He rushed through the doorway into the hall on the other side.

Sarah: Y/N, wait!

Y/N turned around to try and reach out to her. The door suddenly closed. Sarah then grabbed the doorknob and opened it back up. She ran through, but fell down onto the floor. The door was a step higher off the ground than she expected. It slammed shut behind her.

The red haired girl pulled herself up. However, she couldn't find Y/N. She looked around for her friend, noting the hallway looked slightly different from the one Y/N had entered.

Sarah: Y/N? Y/N! Y/N!

Upon seeing he left Sarah behind, Y/N turned to reopen the door that had just shut on her. He opened it, hoping to find her. Instead of the void of staircases though, he was met with a small closet. He closed the door and reopened, still seeing the same closet. 

Y/N: Crap!

Y/N looked around where he was. He appeared to be standing in an old library. He tried to call out to his friend to see where she ended up.

Y/N: Sarah! Sarah!

He got no response. Y/N looked around, frightened. The room was dimly lit and he had no idea where his partner was. After a moment, he took a deep breath. He had to find Sarah.

Y/N picked up his flashlight and looked around the library. He noted several marble busts of presumed writers and masters of horror along the wall. They had deep scowls and showed grotesque faces. He also noticed something else about them. Anywhere he moved, they seemed to turn and follow him.

That would have creeped Y/N out enough, but there was more to the room. Hearing a creaking noise, he looked to the side and shined his light on a tall object. A wooden ladder hanging on the shelf seemed to tilt back and forth as if some invisible force were balancing on top of it.

Y/N looked at the books stacked on the shelves. He noted the works and authors. It was the type of material he expected from a place like this. Poe, Irving, King. 

While Y/N was examining the books, he started to hear another sound. It sounded like someone was playing the piano. He looked towards where the sound was coming from. He followed the sound out of the library and into a hallway, the busts watching him as he left.

Y/N entered the new hallway. The carpeted floor was a deep indigo. The walls were of a similar color with creepy eyes and faces etched into the wallpaper. Y/N continued to walk down the hall, listening to the piano music.

Turning a corner, Y/N found a small room. On the back of it was placed a large window. The moonlight seeped in, enveloping the small room and hall with its ghostly pale light. In the middle of the room sat a small piano. The keys seemed to be moving on their own.

Y/N then thought he noticed something else about the room. Turning his flashlight away, he looked down. There on the ground was the piano's shadow casted by the moonlight. But there was something else there. Seen only in the shadow was the outline of someone playing the piano, their fingers dropping with the exact keys that were played.