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listen, before you read this, I in
No way, shape, or form hate the people that I made kind of rude in this story. I don't hate Ellie, although she's been getting hate for false rumors, she's fourteen so please don't hate on her. And I don't hate jack or josh either. This is all for the purpose of story development. Remember that.
Do no harm, but take no shit.
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Finn
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I sat in the back of the car, my left hand trying to calm down my errant curls, and my right pulling gently at my sweater, both which were dark black. Similar to the hearts of my friends. They were dragging me to this supposedly haunted house, and I hate everything scary. Which is ironic, because I'm in a horror movie. But the difference is if I ever encounter a demon clown, I can't just 'Welcome to the losers club, Asshole,' that asshole.
Josh pulled his car into the yard of the abandoned house. There were hundreds of weeds and random pieces of rubble and building material that would take me hours to figure out the use for. Josh and Ellie ran out of the car, both excited and jubilant. Jack, however, who was sitting by me, looked at me with apologetic eyes.
"I'm sorry," he fidgeted his hands, "I know you don't like scary things."
I smirked slightly. "It's okay, jack."
I was glad he cared about how I felt in this situation, unlike some people... no shade.
After jack got out of the car as well, I felt that I must join my friends... even if I don't want to.
Why can't we just listen to what Dean Winchester has to say? "When someone says a place is haunted, don't go in."
Josh kicked the door open. The fact that the door had to be kicked open is the 1,000th sign that we shouldn't be in here, but I reluctantly followed behind all of them. I continued to tug at the bottom of my woolly sweater.
The floorboards creaked underneath me as I walked behind Ellie, who was currently complaining about the style of the wallpaper.
"Like honestly, who the fuck pairs mustard yellow with... anything?" She groaned, even the simplest things like how she pronounces everything makes me want to punch her. She's one of those people. She doesn't deserve jack.
"Well if all were gonna do here is make fun of the tacky design choices, why don't we leave?" I tried to convince. Also who the fuck does she think she is?? She can't imply anything is tacky when she dresses like that. Just saying.
They ignored my request, and dragged me and the guys up the stairs. I tripped on the very last step and fell, I flipped over, mid air, and landed on my butt rather than my face, halfway into a creepy dark room. A series of gasps spread through my unwanted audience of this act.
Ellie leaned over to me, and offered me a hand, with worried eyes that seemed almost too genuine to be actually genuine.
"Are you okay finnie?" She said, standing so close, her hot, garlicky breath slapped me in the face. I groaned as a late reaction to my impact with the old, mossy, splintery floor. I simply nodded to her question, and grabbed her sweaty hand.
She pulled me halfway up, before changing gears and pushing me into the room I was practically in already. When I fell to the ground for the second time, I fell on my face. I heard her slam the door behind me. I mentally face palmed for trusting her for 3 seconds. I slowly sat up, pressing myself against the door, being pulled shut from the opposite side. I looked into the darkness I was staring into the eyes of. That's when I panicked. My breathing started quickening and my heat beating at the same speed. I've never been a crier, but this would be a situation I'd not care about crying in. In the darkness, my eyes must've been playing tricks on me. I saw large figures moving. My eyes grew wide, even if I was physically aware that they weren't real, I couldn't bring myself to calm down. I squeezed my eyes shut, and forced myself to get up. I then began trying to pull the door open, even with the queen bitch pulling it the other side. Luckily for me, I was stronger so I got the door open.
