Tamsy grinned at the entrance of the old, creaky house, flashlight in hand. Shadows stretched across the walls as he nudged you forward, daring you to step inside first. His mischievous eyes flicked to yours, waiting for any hint of hesitation.

The floorboards groaned under each step, and sudden creaks made him jump—then laugh when you flinched too. He kept close, brushing shoulders with you, his presence a quiet comfort amid the eerie darkness.

A sudden shadow darted across the hallway, and Tamsy grabbed your hand without thinking, squeezing it with a teasing smirk. His heartbeat felt quick, matching the tension of the haunted atmosphere.

By the time you reached the attic, he leaned against a dusty railing, still holding your hand. His eyes glimmered with triumph and warmth, a silent promise that even the scariest corners of the house weren’t so frightening with him around.

As you stepped back outside into the cool night, Tamsy let go slowly, chuckling softly, but the warmth of his hand lingered in memory long after.