graffitiidheart:
Eyes searched the different rooms inside the famed Murder House. How was someone supposed to find their way around this stupid freakinâ house? Scowl twisting her face down, Alice puffed her cheeks out and let an exasperated sigh. âDoes anyone even freakinâ live here?â she called out, pissed that she was having to walk around this place at all. Dammit, Keith. Why did he have to end up in a place like this? âStupid, supposed haunted house. Stupid, maze,â she grumbled, continuing her trek through the house.Â
Keith grinned in his invisible silence as he stalked behind his friend. She seemed lost, and he was lucky to find her wandering around the third story ---- probably one of the most dangerous areas of the house. That was pure ghost territory. Sticking behind her without being seen, he set his hand on her shoulder and slowly slid his fingers down her back before quickly retracting his hand back.













