Colby Brock X Reader Sam Golbach X Reader

chapter 21 colby

The night was thick with fog, wrapping around the old mansion like a shroud. Colby, y/n, Sam, and Kat stood at the entrance, the wooden door creaking ominously as they pushed it open. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten memories.

"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked, glancing at the dimly lit hallway.

Shadows danced in the corners, and the chill seeped into their bones.
Colby grinned, trying to mask his own apprehension. "Come on, it’ll be fun! Just a haunted mansion. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. She had always admired Colby’s bravado, even if it sometimes bordered on reckless. As they stepped inside, she felt a spark of excitement mixed with fear. The mansion seemed to breathe around them, each creak of the floorboards echoing in the silence.
They wandered deeper into the house, each room revealing lost treasures and eerie memories. Old portraits lined the walls, their eyes seeming to follow the group as they moved. Kat shivered, pulling her jacket tighter.

“This place gives me the creeps.”
Colby laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s just a bunch of old paintings. What are they gonna do? Jump out at us?”

Just then, a loud bang echoed from the upper floor. Everyone froze. Y/n’s heart raced. “Okay, that was definitely not just the house settling.”

Colby’s expression shifted. “Let’s
check it out.”
As they climbed the staircase, tension thickened the air. Y/n felt a pull towards Colby, a warmth that pushed against the chill of the mansion. They reached the top, a long hallway stretching before them. A door stood ajar at the end, light flickering from within.

“After you,” Colby said, gesturing for y/n to go first. She hesitated but felt his presence beside her, a reassuring anchor.
Inside, they found a dusty old study. The light flickered from a candle, casting dancing shadows. A strange energy filled the room. Y/n felt drawn to a faded journal on the desk. She opened it, revealing stories of love and loss, of spirits trapped in the mansion.

“Do you think it’s real?” she asked, glancing at Colby.
“Maybe,” he replied, his gaze intense. “But we’re not here for ghost stories. We’re here to face our fears.”
His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Y/n’s heart raced for a different reason now. The closeness between them felt electric. She took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Colby, about us… I’ve been thinking…”
Before she could finish, a gust of wind swept through the room, extinguishing the candle. They were plunged into darkness. Colby’s hand found hers, and she squeezed it tight.

“Stay close,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos.
They stumbled out of the study, guided only by the faint moonlight seeping through the windows. The house seemed alive, whispering secrets, urging them to leave. Yet, something deeper held y/n in place.
In the hallway, they found Sam and Kat looking equally shaken.

“We should go!” Sam urged.
But y/n couldn’t move. She turned to Colby, feeling the weight of her words.

“I need to tell you something.”
Colby stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. “What is it?”
Y/n took a deep breath. “I’ve liked you for a long time. I didn’t know how to say it.”
Silence enveloped them. Then, Colby’s expression softened.

“I’ve felt the same way.”
The walls of the mansion faded away, and all that remained was the two of them, standing in the heart of a storm.
Suddenly, another loud crash echoed, pulling them back to reality. They both jumped, but Colby didn’t let go of her hand.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, determination in his voice.
As they raced down the hallway, the bond between them strengthened. They faced the haunting together, overcoming the fear that once separated them. Each footstep echoed their newfound connection.
Finally outside, they paused, breathless. The moon hung high, illuminating their faces. Colby turned to y/n, a smile breaking across his lips.

“You know, maybe this haunted mansion wasn’t so bad after all.”
Y/n chuckled, her heart full. “Yeah, maybe it was just what we needed.”
The night faded, but what they discovered in the mansion lingered. A love born from fear, strengthened by courage, and sealed in the whispers of the haunted halls.

>hello I'm back to writing it kinda just did this one random so it's probably not as good I'll try and do a better one but please let me know what you want me to do next and I'll do it I know I'm not good but I do try see you in the next one<
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