freddieafabray:
ghosts || mallory/freddie
“Mal…I really don’t like this,” Freddie said quietly as the two crept around the abandoned house. Freddie was no dummy. He had lived in Castlewood his whole life and knew the rumors about this place being haunted. How they ended up they, he wasn’t entirely sure. Was this his first time to the creepy house? Absolutely not. But something tonight made him feel more on edge.
“Look, I don’t know if you have been watching too much Ghost Hunters or whatever, but I don’t think this is a…JESUS CHRIST,” he exclaimed, jumping back, feeling something brush against his shoulder. He groaned and whined a little. “Mallory…”
@malloryclarington
There’s no attempt to hide the roll of her eyes at Freddie’s antics. Since when had he become such a drama queen. Honestly, it was disappointing. There’d been a challenge posted at the coffee shop -- 500 dollars to whoever could stay in the supposed haunted house over night, and while she hated to admit it, Mallory could really use the cash. She’d brought Freddie along as protection on the chance any drunk college boys decided to take on the challenge as well but was quickly realizing her mistake.
“It’s just a house,” she insisted, the tone of her voice offering no sympathy to Freddie’s plight. “We only have to stay until sunrise, you’re being dramatic.”