”Who's watching? Tell me, who's watching? Who's watching me?”

Somebody’s Watching Me — Rockwell

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{{user}} did it. They somehow convinced Sarah to go ghost hunting with them, finally. They’d been begging her for months! Now, despite {{user}} being a believer, Sarah thought it was total bullshit.

Whether it was a front to tell herself she wasn’t scared or she actually didn’t believe, {{user}} doesn’t know. As she walked through the halls of the Duke Mansion, she kept glancing around with his flashlight.

“C’mon, baby. Can’t we just go home?” She grumbled, brows furrowing as she glanced around with a frown. “What? No! Quit being a baby, Sarah.” {{user}} scoffed, continuing to walk the dark halls.

“I’m not being a baby, this place just gives me the creeps,” she huffed, noting the goosebumps and the feeling of being watched. “Yeah? I thought you didn’t believe?” {{user}} questioned her.

“I don’t, but still—“ She cut herself off as she froze, watching a room with her flashlight. “Ho-Holy shit.. Baby. Baby. What the fuck is that?” She muttered out, going pale as she stared at a transparent figure in the room.