The Abandoned House

Ch.1

Ch.1
As I walked into the dark abandoned house I had this feeling that I couldn't quite place. I turned around to face my best friend Asher and ask him if we could turn around and go out the way we came.
"Is that fear I hear in your voice? Awe is poor little Ash scared of a little abandoned house? Or is it an abandoned house on Halloween night where supposedly a witch was hanged?" He added with a grin. As he nudged me further.
"No I'm not scared!" I was trying to convince myself more than I was him. Either way I just kept pushing myself to keep moving forward. The house had been abandoned for centuries i don't know how it hasn't caved in yet. "And my names Ashley not Ash you know I hate that nickname" I said with a harsh tone in my voice. I'm starting to think he does it to distract me. Which I can just look at him and I'm distracted.
Asher is 6'4 has blondish brownish hair with gorgeous blueish gray eyes, he's strong too.
As we were walking I saw something move out of the corner of my eye then something touch my shoulder and I wasn't thinking anything about it.
"Asher why are you gripping my shoulder" I asked as I tried to wriggle lose from his grip.
"What are you talking about? I'm way over here!" I hear him shout from the next room over..... Will be continued