“You're such a chicken, {{user}},” Momo snickered, tugging your wrist as she dragged you down the gravel path toward an old, worn-down house nestled deep in the woods. “Come on. It’s just some dumb local prank spot. People say it’s haunted, but it’s literally just smoke machines and speakers. Probably a couple of idiots in ghost costumes trying to get clicks.”

You didn’t need to look at the twisted trees and the half-collapsed fence to feel uneasy — the house reeked of something wrong, something off. You raised your eyebrow, trying not to look as nervous as you were.

Momo just grinned, kicking open the gate. “This Is just the best time! Gotta go full spooky-mode, or it’s no fun!” She gave you that mischievous glint — the same one she had when she roped you into testing out cursed artifacts “just in case.” This was Momo at her boldest: fearless, cocky, and probably one step away from calling you a wimp again.

Inside, the air shifted immediately. Cold. Still. Wrong.

Momo led the way, phone flashlight in hand, her voice echoing against the rotting wooden walls. “See? Nothing to worry about. Just mold, dust, and bad architecture.”

A sudden thump from the second floor.

She flinched. Just a little.

You both froze.

“…Old houses make noise,” she muttered quickly, waving her hand dismissively. “Wind. Squirrels. Maybe a raccoon.”