House of ghouls

DAY 1 (part three):

Uni hadn't been avoiding the second floor, but the thought of there being no safe way out in the vicinity- besides a window, made him a little uneasy.

Considering, he was also looking for a ghost's lost body that was probably walking around headless. As he silently climbed up the carpeted stairs, he wondered what would happen to him if he came back without the ghost's body. Would it try to kill him?

He shook the thought away with a shudder, continuing his climb up the steep steps.

When he stepped out onto the second floor, it was pitch black. He tried the light switch he could barely see, patting the wall blindly until he found it.

His fingers felt for the switch, but he froze when he felt it move, and then crawl over his hand. Dozens of tiny legs tickle the back of his hand, travelling up his arm. He let out a yelp, shaking his hand and feeling something fall off, but didn't hear it hit the floor.

Uni fumbled for his phone, tearing it out of his pocket. Not even bothering to turn on the flashlight, he used the screen light to frantically search the floor beneath him for something moving.

But, he found nothing.

After patting himself down to make sure it wasn't on him, whatever it was, he turned on the flashlight, aiming it towards the light switch.

It was just a normal switch, with nothing on it. No hole where a bug could've crawled from, no web laying above it. Just a switch.

Once again, he felt like he was being watched.

"I'm just being paranoid," He huffed to himself.

He tried the switch, only to find it didn't do anything. He flicked it a couple more times, but no lights came on.

"Great."

His dim phone light shone out into the dark, hardly reaching five feet before it was just open void. He knew that the windows on this floor were boarded up, so he didn't hold much hope for finding any natural light either.

"I should really buy a better flashlight next time I'm at the store," He mumbled to himself, his voice a lot louder than he was expecting it to be in the quiet space.

It was unusually silent.

That unusual silence was broken by the sound of a muffled crash in another room, making Uni jump a bit. Everything told him it was an awful idea to go towards the noise, that he should just go back downstairs and forget about it.

Then, he remembered there was a literal severed head on his couch. Maybe mysterious noise was better?

His light shinned on a wall, finally. He followed it for a while, a lot longer then he was expecting to, until he found a door.

To his horror, it was already open.

He heard something shift quietly from inside the room, and stopped just outside. He listened carefully, but all that filled his ears was the deafening silence.

Uni swallowed, hoping it would ease his dry throat. He tightly gripped his phone with sweating palms, and stepped forwards.

Taking a deep breath, he squeezed his eyes shut and turned the corner into the room. When they blinked open, he saw he was staring down the silvery barrel of a revolver.

He let out a shrill yelp, leaping backwards, the back of his head smacking into the door behind him. He fell backwards as the door swung open behind him, landing hard on the cold wood floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He shrieked, borderline crying. "Please don't hurt me, you can have all my money, I-"

"-Whoa, whoa," A deep voice cut him off. "I'm not going to mug you, god-"