There was this house, like a big ass kinda manor type house, and it was just outside the perimeter of the college, right outside the Greek life homes.

And it had been abandoned for years. So naturally, frat boys and sorority girls made up horror stories and made it dares to go ring the doorbell or to sit on the porch for 20 minutes.

It was either you pass out and die, or ghosts come and haunt you, stupid shit. But, it was tradition carried on

His junior year of college, Andrew lost a bet. And had to go to the house down the street

So, half to his senses, practically gone off weed, he got to the house, banged on the door a few times like normal and jogged away

Tripped on his fucking boots

That’s fine. No one saw right-

“Can I help- are you ok?” The voice of a freaking angel spoke from the house side-

Oh my god it’s a ghost. No one lives there

But he turned around, and a very alive looking girl stood, she looked probably his age? Oh god she was pretty

Oh he looked stupid “Yeah- im- I’m good-“ he stumbled as he struggled to stand up and turn around to talk to her