he didn’t usually go at this on his own . actually , it was a cardinal rule of urban exploring to not go to locations alone . all sorts of things could happen ; floors could collapse , wild animals could have made nests , some weird jason voorhees wannabe could have taken up lodging , or poisonous gasses could have been stoving in the building for years without anyone being the wiser . basically , the point was that going to abandoned places on your own was inadvisable and quite frankly an idiotic thing to do . which is why it took him fifteen minutes of just staring at the house before he so much as dared to turn the car engine off ; he wasn’t a big fan of doing stupid things - at least not consciously . however , he didn’t have much of a choice ; the footage he and lynn had shot at another locale had been corrupted , and professors weren’t known for showing mercy . lynn had class all evening and they needed something to hand in at the strike of midnight , hence the breaking of the cardinal rule - against all common sense . finally , he had exited the vehicle and softly closed the door - fiddling with the camera as if he could somehow will the footage to magically record itself without having to actually enter the building . reluctantly however , he began to shuffle towards the main entrance - camera lifted and its dim light illuminating the overgrown path .
after he had reached the front door he came to a sudden halt , hesitating . ‘ there’ll be no one there ‘ he told himself ( and could almost hear the words in lynn’s impatient voice , despite her obvious absence ) . taking a breath , his free hand reached out and with a clammy palm he turned the handle , exhaling slowly as the wood creaked . one cautious step later , words were spoken from the stagnant darkness of the room . a stabbing chill pierced his heart as it jumped into his throat , his airways tangling together and effectively turning what would have been a blood-curdling scream into a rather embarrassing squeak . stumbling over his own feet , he fell backwards - camera flying from his shaking hands as his body collided with the wood of the door , effectively slamming it shut . scrambling from the floor he pushed himself as close as possible to it , breath shallow and bordering on hysterical as panicked eyes tried to search the darkness for both the source of the voice as well as his now missing camera . ‘ sorry , sorry ‘ he croaked meekly , slowly rising to his feet with his back firmly pressed against the door , ‘ i mean , yes , just - uh , sorry ‘ please don’t be a ghost . or a murderer .
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