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Ghost wasn't entirely sure if it was a good idea. Going into an abandoned house, filled with god knows what. But the team insisted, saying it was the only place to take cover from the freezing cold.
It was an old cabin, right in the middle of the forest. Mold had taken over the walls, climbing all the way up to the ceiling.
The team grabbed their sleeping bags and settled in. Captain was already passed out, while Soap and Gaz were engaged in a quiet argument. Ghost decided to explore the rooms, taking in the old and abandoned vibe. It looked like nobody had been there since the 70s.
As Ghost moved around, the doors creaked shut and every step he took made the wooden floor squeak. Some bottles on the tables even toppled over, probably due to the wind. Ghost didn't mention it to Soap, afraid it would start a never-ending banter. The scot was a firm believer in all things paranormal.
Ghost stood before a mirror, staring at his tired eyes. He removed his mask and studied his face, teh dark circles under his eyes a proof to his misery, he surely can function without rest for a couple more of days. Although this house made him feel inseay.
With a sigh, Ghost felt tormented. Something just didn't feel right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. When he looked at his reflection again, a fleeting figure passed by, almost disappearing before he could react.
Startled, he scanned the room, but it was pitch black and there was complete silence. He was alone. Or so he thought.
Simon cursed, turning around. He pushed up the window nearby, causing it to make a noise. As he took a breath of the musty night air, he closed his eyes.
A cold breath brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. A low and calm voice murmured, and he could feel the cold envelope him "Close the window, Simon. The wind will blow out the candles."