#Dante Cuninngham & Teddy Lupin

[justmoreocs-writing]

A bang from another room startled Celine. Her attention snapped that way. Ghost stories in a supposedly haunted house had, in retrospect, been a pretty bad idea. But she couldn’t help it. There had been something so exciting about it all that she’d had to keep going. Now, however, she was beginning to wonder if it had really been such a good idea.

‘Probably just the house settling,’ suggested Teddy, though there was little sincerity behind his voice.

Perhaps they could have believed it, could have clung to the idea that it really was just their imagination. If the bang hadn’t happened again, this time followed by shattering glass.

Celine was up in an instant, and she heard the movement of the others. She only realised she’d taken a step when she felt someone tugging at her wrist.

‘Cel,’ murmured Dante softly. When she glanced back at him, his attention was on the ceiling, his eyes wide and for once fear contorted his features.

Slowly, she looked up. Blood was seeping across it, blossoming out from the light fitting.

Dante’s hand tightened around her wrist. ‘Celine, don’t -’

Without hesitating, Celine pulled herself free and hurried up the stairs, eager to find out what exactly they were currently in the house with, and to work out if there was anything they could do about it.