Ashlyn POV
They are just phantom noises.
They aren't real.
Real or not it still sounds unpleasant.
Well whatever it'll go away soon anyway.
Y/N POV
"Welcome to the sorrel weed house! So, this is the foyer. Most everything in the house is Orginal with the exception of the furniture and the paint I'm the wall. This is the Francis sorrel library and the man you see I'm this portrait is Robert E. Lee. Lee was a dear friend of Francis who visited the Sorrel house quite often. In the winter of 61-62, just before the Great War, General Lee used this room as his office. " The lady said as we did the tour. "As far as spooky activity goes, this room seems to be the most calm. Not to say that there isn't any ghostly activity in here but out of the entire house, I'd say it's milder-", the lady was interrupted by her phone. "Ah... I'm so sorry, this is my emergency phone. I have to get this. I'll be right back. Continue looking around if you want but don't touch anything." She said. I really didn't like it here.
"Well, that's super professional " Tyler said.
Logan disagreed:"I-I don't think that's professional..."
"I was begin sarcastic..."
Taylor spoke:"Eh an emergency is an emergency. It'll be more fun to explore on our own way!". She really seems exited tho.
As we explore we saw Ashlyn thanking out her plugs. I guess no one knew she had some.
"Why is she wearing earplugs?" Tyler asked.
"Ah! I thought they were weird less earbuds?!" Aiden shouted.
"They're earplugs. I wear them because of my sensitivity to sounds."she explained.
Suddenly we all looked at her.
Shocked
Scared
"A-Ashlyn... behind you..." Logan said.
She tuned around.
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FanfictionWhat if you were in SBG? What if you were Logan's cousin? 17-year-old AU You had a childhood trauma. So you simply decided not to talk. However the feeling of having someone who was there by your side, felt great. You felt safe. Until everything fe...
