The Queen Mary loomed before them, a dark silhouette against the inky sky. Colby, all black eyeliner and nervous energy, adjusted his beanie. Sam, ever the pragmatist, checked the batteries on his EMF reader. Beside them, Amanda, her long blonde hair whipping in the sea breeze, shivered. Tonight, they weren't just exploring; they were hunting.
"Okay, guys," Sam began, his voice tight, "Amanda and Y/N, you lead the way. Remember the plan." Y/N, usually so calm, swallowed hard. She could already feel the oppressive weight of the ship’s history. "Room B340 is supposed to be a hotspot."
As they navigated the labyrinthine corridors, Y/N’s unease grew. The air thickened, and a low hum vibrated through the ship. Reaching B340, Y/N stopped dead, her eyes wide with terror. “Don’t go in there,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Something… dark. It’s in there.”
Amanda gasped, her eyes mirroring Y/N's horror. "A demonic entity, Y/N?"
Y/N could only nod, fear paralyzing her. “It… it wants to hurt us.”
Colby, despite his usual bravado, blanched. Sam, though skeptical, saw the genuine fear on Y/N's and Amanda's faces. That was all the confirmation he needed.
“Okay, new plan,” Sam announced, his voice betraying his own fear. "We're out of here!"
Without another word, they turned and fled, the chilling presence in B340 pressing against their backs as they raced through the haunted halls, abandoning any attempt at ghost hunting in their desperate escape.
