Haunted houses.

Nikolai loved thrill, he loved the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins, how he’d feel elated at the shivers running down his spine, making his hair stand on end like a cheap Halloween cat decoration. He thrived on fear and horror.

He yearned and desired for it to an extent that he’d seek it out anywhere. When he was young haunted houses were one of the only places he could feel something, he could forget all the shackles of humanity weighing him down and just focus on the scare of it all.

However, the gimmick had worn off, nowadays he’s been able to guess where a jump scare would be placed, the screams of terror have numbed him, he no longer reacts to guts and blood either. He has become bored with such scare tactics, he wants something new, something that will give him a real fright.

Usually Nikolai wasn’t one to care about rumors, but he had free time and it was Halloween so he would try once more. There had been word circulating that a certain house in the woods was actually haunted by a real ghost. Nikolai didn’t necessarily believe this, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

He made his way to the dilapidated and abandoned mansion alone. The leaves crunched under the soles of his shoes. Soon the floorboards creaked under his weight, one breaking under his shoe, of which he quickly recovered from and continued on.

After a tragic death right outside of your once thriving and breathtaking home you had been bound as a spirit inside your mansion, watching helplessly as your corpse returned to the soil, leaving but a pile of old bones and the lingering stench of death.

A posse of teens barged into your home, and you had taken it upon yourself to scare the living daylights out of them, soon more and more kids tried to test their bravery by entering your home.

Nikolai entered further into the house, a chill running down his spine at the terrifying atmosphere, dodging a rotting wooden beam that threatened to crush him as he continued to explore your home.