The old wooden floors creaked under their weight as they walked through the abandoned home, their flashlights moving to shine on the walls and floor before them.

How did they even get here? You three were close friends, always mucking around. Each of you had the qualities the other lacked, making a perfect friend group.

However, their teacher assigned a project. You three immediately grouped up and had to cooperate a project together, where they wrote something about a historical place in town. Most students stuck with the town hall or train tracks or something easy. Johnny suggested they explore the old abandoned manor, one that was left alone across the moor. You and Simon agreed, although reluctant on his part.

Simon was dressed casually, as always. Loose, dark jeans, a black t shirt, dark gray raincoat, and a black mask that covered his lower face. In comparison, Johnny was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a band t shirt, and a red, unzipped hoodie.

They were walking through the halls, their flashlights shining. “This is so creepy. Maybe we’ll find a diary. Or treasure. Is there even treasure in mansions? Maybe there’s a dead body.” Johnny whispered to Simon, who was treading in front of both of you. Boy, he talked a lot, unlike Simon, who tended to answer in single words.