>>>>><Sorrel Weed House><<<<<<
I found myself somewhat lagging behind the group.
I struggled to concentrate with the sounds reverberating in my ears. However, I had always experienced these noises. Ever since I was a child, I referred to them as "phantom noises." I gradually convinced myself that they were not real. Yet, for some reason, they seemed to grow louder in this house...
"Welcome to the Sorrel Weed House! So, this is the foyer. Most everything in this house is original, with the exception of the furniture and the paint on the walls." The guide continued as she walked toward a painting. "This is the Francis Sorrel Library, and the man you see in this portrait is Robert E. Lee. Lee was a dear friend of Francis who visited the Sorrel House frequently. During the winter of 1861-1862, just before the great war, General Lee used this room as his office. As for the spooky activity, this room appears to be the most serene. I wouldn't say there isn't any ghostly presence here, but out of the entire house, I would describe it as milder—"
She was interrupted by a ring from her phone.
"Ah! I'm so sorry, this is my emergency phone. Feel free to explore, just don't touch anything!" The woman exited the house, leaving six bewildered kids alone in a so-called haunted house.
Not long after, Tyler and Logan began to argue.
"Well, that's incredibly professional."
"I—I don't think that's professional..."
"I was being sarcastic."
"...oh."
Taylor seemed to perk up immediately.
"Eh, an emergency is an emergency. It'll be more fun to explore on our own anyway!"
Her enthusiasm must have been quite infectious, as even Logan let out a small squeal.
We navigated through the house, and I removed one of my earplugs to see if the sounds grew any louder than they already were.
Tyler and Aiden spoke up when they noticed.
"Why is she wearing earplugs?""Ah! I thought they were wireless earbuds?!"
I winced slightly at the pain from their shouting.
"They're earplugs. I wear them because I'm sensitive to... sounds," I spoke softly, and Aiden looked contrite.
"Oops. My bad. I thought they were for music."
Our group continued on, chatting amongst themselves.I paused when I noticed a slimy black figure with an unsettling smile. I hadn't even realized how tightly my fists were clenched.
Taylor began to speak. "Oh, that room looks cool! ... Are you okay, Ashlyn? You look pale."
I quickly inserted the earplug back in. "I'm fine."
Logan stammered out, "A-Ashlyn... behind you."
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𝓐𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 (but you're Ashlyn) 𝕊𝔹𝔾
Mystery / ThrillerINFO: In a twisted reimagining of the eerie world of School Bus Graveyard by Lilredbeany, you find yourself in Ashlyn's shoes. As you navigate the haunted remnants of a once-familiar world, Aiden becomes your unexpected ally. With every pulse-poundi...
