Colby Brock X Reader Sam Golbach X Reader

chapter 4 sam

The old school building loomed ahead, its windows shattered and vines creeping over the brick façade. The air was thick with whispers of the past, echoing tales of laughter and despair. It was here, at this haunted school, that Sam Golbach, Colby Brock, and Jamie had decided to spend their Halloween night, armed with nothing but flashlights and a thirst for adventure.

Y/N stood at the entrance, heart racing with excitement and fear. They had always felt a connection to Sam, his laughter infectious, his kindness wrapping around Y/N like a warm blanket. Colby, with his mischievous grin, was always the one to push boundaries, ensuring the night would be anything but ordinary. Jamie, the voice of reason, would keep them grounded, yet always had a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" Jamie asked, glancing back at Y/N, her brow raised.

"Come on, it's just an old school," Colby replied, nudging Jamie playfully. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Famous last words," Y/N muttered under their breath, but the thrill of being with Sam and their friends pushed them forward.

As they entered the darkened hallways, shadows danced along the walls, illuminated by their flickering flashlights. The air was cool, and an eerie silence enveloped them. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the classroom to their left, causing Y/N to jump. Sam let out a nervous laugh, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Let's check it out!" he said, already heading toward the sound.

Y/N followed closely, their heart pounding not just from fear but from the way Sam's presence ignited a warmth within them. Colby and Jamie trailed behind, exchanging glances that spoke volumes.

Inside the classroom, they found nothing but an old desk and a stack of dusty books. But it was there, in the dim light, that Y/N felt a rush of courage. They stepped closer to Sam, their heart racing. "You're not scared, are you?" they teased, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Me? Never!" Sam played along, but his eyes betrayed him, sparkling with a mix of thrill and vulnerability.

The group continued exploring, and with each creaky floorboard, Y/N felt more at home with Sam. The connection between them was undeniable, charged with unspoken words and lingering glances. It was in the library, surrounded by forgotten tales, that Y/N finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Sam, I-" Y/N started, but before they could finish, a sudden chill swept through the room. The lights flickered, and a shadowy figure appeared in the corner, its hollow eyes staring back at them.

Screams erupted as the group scrambled, but Y/N stood frozen, eyes locked with Sam's. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of them. "Stay close to me," he whispered, reaching for Y/N's hand.

As they ran together, hearts pounding and breaths mingling, Y/N realized that amidst the terror, something beautiful had blossomed. Love and passion sparked in the chaos, binding them together as they fled the shadows of the haunted school, forever changed by the night they dared to embrace the unknown.

Once outside, the crisp night air filled their lungs, and laughter broke the tension. They had faced the darkness together, and in that shared fear, their hearts had found a spark that promised to grow into something more.