... this has to be some kind of elaborate prank, right? A really, really sick one, at that.
Then again, you'd practically been forced by one of the twins—Taylor, the extrovert that "took you under her wing" a few years ago—into joining their History project group and, consequently, going on the overnight trip to Savannah.
You weren't exactly thrilled about it, but anyways. A little bit of social interaction won't hurt, now will it?
What time is it again? You asked yourself, pulling your phone out. 4:50 P.M. Forty minutes 'till curfew.
You spent the past hour and change following your project group—Taylor, Tyler, Aiden, Ben, Logan, and Ashlyn—from behind, half-listening to their banter. Okay, maybe this isn't as bad as–
???: ... excuse me! Would you be interested in a tour of the Sorrel-Weed House?
... called it.
A woman suddenly approached the bunch of weirdos you had for classmates (and yourself, of course. OOC: hey! rudeee!!!!) and offered a tour around a local haunted house-museum. Not even halfway into the stranger's explanation, Taylor, ever the energetic one, beamed loudly. Needless to say, everyone but you and Ashlyn agreed to go; they dragged you both anyway, though. Welp, there goes another five dollars... sigh.
Now, with your guide conveniently leaving you alone in a supposedly hunted house, everyone decided to take a look around—'cuz, c'mon, leaving a bunch of teens alone in a museum? You better hope they don't break anything on your return.
... that was, until a black, tall figure appeared behind the ginger-haired girl.
Everyone was shaken to their core (OOC: well, duh!), an anxious expression on everyone's face—yours included. Ashlyn, upon noticing the... big, creepily-smiling black thing behind her, forcefully yanked her arm back, falling on the ground with an audible 'Thud!'
But just as quickly as it showed up, it disappeared into thin air, without making a sound. The atmosphere—which seemed to darken ever-so-slightly a few seconds ago—got its bright colors back.
Tyler: Are you guys dumb? Ghosts aren't real. This is just some stupid prank.
Logan: A prank?
The Hispanic baseball player explained his point, stating how he felt like everything was just too convenient. Honeetly, it made sense. However... you were almost completely sure you saw the other girl's arm bleeding.
Then again, giving Ashlyn a quick glance, you noticed that there were no marks on her upper limb. A hallucination, perhaps?
As luck would have it, you'd been assigned to a room all for yourself, save for a few classmates that told you they'd spend the night at their friend's dorms. Convenient, yet again.
You didn't give it much thought, however, and decided to focus on what happened a few hours ago. Just what was that thing? Was it really 'just a prank'?
Time flew by before you noticed, and the clock hit 11:30 P.M. Maybe you should go to sleep? Mr. Thomas wouldn't appreciate anyone staying up late. He's probably asleep by now, but whatever... better be safe than sorry.
... not even an hour into your slumber, you heard a scream from downstairs. Ugh, seriously? You’d recognize Taylor's voice anywhere. Oh, and, Ashlyn yelped too. Maybe it’s, uh, worse than you thought.
It didn't take you long to arrive at the girls' dorm. Everyone's here already, huh... Then you saw it. It was the same black, tall entity you'd encountered earlier today. Yet again, everyone froze.
Ashlyn: ... go- GO GO GO!!
She motioned everyone outside the room, slamming the door shut. Now that you think about it, nobody's woken up apart from the seven of you. And seems like she’s now got a wound on her left arm.
You slumped against the door, preventing whatever the fuck that thing was from leaving the room. You also noticed how the sky took an eerie crimson tone, instead of its usual black one. What in the world...?