Jacksepticeye GT AU Oneshots (COMPLETE)

Boo!

Suggested By theweirdosdrawings

Jack and Mark pulled up by the old withered house in a nearby parking lot with a few other cars. People were outside by the house porch, waiting with tapping feet for the door to unlock. As they walked up and waited with the others, some people greeted them and took pictures, recognizing the two men like a test answer written on the back of their hand. Others took a minute for the thought to adjust into their heads before realizing them too. With the news out on social media that the Youtubers were at the location, twice as many people were now at the location than there originally was just to see them. 

Another five minutes passed, and the door finally unlocked "on its own",  allowing everyone to enter at their will.

"Here we go!" Jack said in a gleeful tone.

They walked into the door, being greeted by two paths to choose from. One led to the kitchen, and the other led to the living room. Mark and Jack looked at each other.

"Living room."

 "Kitchen."

And the two Youtubers split along their chosen paths with varied amounts of people on their tails.

KITCHEN - MARK

There was no windows in the room, an unusual design choice for a kitchen. There was no table for eating on either. Must've been saved for the dining room. The room was dark, and the only light source for it was the open door to another room with windows. Almost every item made of wood was scratched like a sharp metal was purposely scrapping at it. The counters were made of marble, and were in pretty good condition at that. No dust. No dirt. Just crumbs. Actually, scraps of crumbs of different foods were scattered almost everywhere, making Mark question himself.

"I wonder if they've got any food in this place still..." He mumbled.

Some people stepped around Mark to get a look at the room for themselves. The ceiling had cracks in it like someone had purposely carved a group of lightning bolts into the tarred paint and wood with a knife.

Speaking of knives- a knife lay on the counter of the kitchen that anyone could easily grab and jab someone with. It looked old though, and the sharp tip point of it had been flatted from overuse. Nobody dared to touch the thing. Near the knife, although, was a tiny strand of string which led to the wooden cabinet above it.

Out of curiosity, Mark walked over and slowly opened the cabinet door. An empty box of oatmeal slipped out of the cracked opening and fell to the floor, making everyone jump and a few girls yelp in the back.

"What the hell!?" "Jesus Christ!"  People bantered.

 "Guys, guys, come on, it's just a box of oatmeal. There's nothing to be- hOLY SH-" Mark dropped the box of oatmeal from his hands and it fell to the floor again.

"What?!' People shouted.

Mark recovered his breath quickly.

"There was a damn spider in the box."

"Real?" Someone asked.

"Fake." He said, picking up the box and pulling the string spider out.

"It sure as hell looks real though."  He held it out in his palm, and placed it on the counter with people's stares following it.

The cabinet door shifted slightly with a squeak, catching everyone's attention.

"Must be the air shaft." Someone assumed, and everyone agreed, still on edge.