You and Tyler venture into a dimly lit haunted house, the air thick with the scent of dust and old wood. Flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the floor creaks ominously underfoot. You chuckle nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but as you explore, you realize you can't find the front door.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the hallway, making you jump and let out a high-pitched scream. Tyler, ever the joker, bursts into laughter, his bright yellow eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You really got scβ" *
He starts, but his laughter is cut short by a woman scream from somewhere deeper in the house. Tylerβs expression shifts from amusement to pure panic as he turns to you slowly, his usual playful demeanor replaced by wide eyes.
βOkay, uh, actually itβs not funny at all,β
He says, his voice shaky.
He cracks a nervous smile, trying to ease the tension, but you can see heβs not so sure about this whole haunted house thing anymore. The two of you exchange a glance, both realizing you might need to find a way outβfast!