dancing in the street.

three ➶ the haunted house

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summary: John and George visit a house of horror in Hamburg.

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George looked up at the mansion before him as he sucked nervously on his cigarette. There was no way he was going in there. Fuck John and his stupid plans. He could just go in there himself if he really wanted to. Not that George understood why John wanted to go in in the first place. 

The whole place looked as if it would collapse any second. The wood was ugly and mouldy, tiles had fallen off the roof and the paint had faded and George was certain he’d be able to tear it off without any effort. All of the windows had been nailed shut with wooden boards and the front door sat loose in its hinges and stood slightly ajar, beckoning them in. Around the mansion, there stood a couple of large, bare trees which seemed to be either dead, or well on their way to be. The curtains, that were only just visible behind the wooden boards, were dusty and their colour had faded. They swayed lightly in the wind. If this was only the outside, George could only imagine what the inside must be like. No, George did not want to go in there.

Of course, he knew it was fake. It was a house of horror, only set up for Halloween, but still, the place gave him the creeps and he’d rather stay away from it as far as possible. John, however, was rubbing his hands together excitedly as he stared at the house with glistering eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to finally get inside. And of course he’d drag him with him. Oh, why had he gone with him? Why hadn’t he just stayed with Paul and Stu at the club, chatting up girls and enjoying some cheap liquor? Or even just listening to scary stories in the dark? Anything was better than this, but of course John had managed to drag him with him. Like always. 

“Ready, Geo?” John asked with a smirk playing on his lips. George groaned and stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He hadn’t wanted to wear his leather trousers, knowing it was best that he could move properly without getting overly hot when he’d be scared to death, but he had pulled on his leather jacket. Just to please John of course, who hadn’t given a damn and was in his full leather get-up. George looked back at the house and bit his lip.

“I don’t know, John. Can’t we just go back and-” John didn’t even let him finish his sentence. He simply grabbed George’s hand and once again dragged him with him, giving George hardly any choice but to follow him.

“Come on, it will be fun. And I’ll be there to protect you when you’re scared. I promise, you’ll like it.” John told his friend as they approached the house.

“I don’t know, John.” George tried.

“Christ. I knew I should have asked Stuart with me instead. You’re a damn baby, Geo.” John told him. George sighed, but gave in. He would prove he wasn’t a baby. Because he wasn’t. No matter how many times John and Paul would call him one. And he did like scary movies. Why would this be any different? Besides, they were in Hamburg and where would be a better place to try out new things?

“Okay, fine! But if I die because of this, you’ll have to phone me mum.” George agreed, giving a slight smile in an attempt to put his nerves besides himself. They were going to have fun.

          As it turned out, this was very different from a scary movie. They were the only people inside the house, even though it was Halloween, which meant it should have been packed with people. George was glad that no one would be able to see him freak out about something that he knew wasn’t real, but that did mean he couldn’t look forward to see where the scary things were and where the actors were hiding. He stayed very closely behind John, holding him by his leather jacket as he peeked over his shoulder to see what was going on as they shuffled slowly through the house.