(cont X / @indioragod )
Keith grumbled as he pulled out his phone, switching on the flashlight feature.
“You don’t even have a fucking phone on you? Did you bring anything useful?”
It kind of sucked knowing ghosts were real. The supernatural wasn’t anything he particularly believed in before, having never seen it for himself, and he didn’t waste precious anxiety on something so fantastical. But now he was violently aware of two things: the supernatural is real, and it can hurt you.
He was about to snap at Diva to get moving when the lights flickered again, and an unsettling sound of footprints behind them got a little too close for comfort. On second thought, it probably went without saying, he really didn’t need to look back at the guy, did he? Instead, he wordlessly moved forward, trying to keep a steady hand on his flashlight as they looked for an exit.









