EMF reader in one hand, flashlight doing its best barely adequate horror movie budget impression and it looks to me that she’s inching through that doorway with some big, big confidence. The moment the lights dim and that narrow beam starts cutting across brick walls, it’s negotiation with something unseen. She’s listening for footsteps, watching for flickers, probably muttering okay we’re fine we’re fine while absolutely not being fine.

Twisted_Alice is pushing forward, because quitting isn’t an option, only identifying what kind of entity just ruined the vibe.

Twisted_Alice writes:

Just a goth girl who love’s video games and anime!