Basically it was this AU or something where four of my friends (
and for some reason Misha was there as like a teenager and one of my friends or something) went to this house.
There was writing on the wall, from spirits. We learned that someone close to us died, and that they were inside the house as spirits, and that they missed us and wanted us to come visit.
But then the million dollar question—were they friendly?
They weren’t. They separated us, two people in the basement, two people upstairs.
Me and the other girl grabbed one of those heavy duty bags of salt, and put a really thick ring around it. The only problem was that we had absolutely nothing, nothing to protect us. No iron, no weapons, and our bag of salt was almost empty.
So basically, we were stuck. And the spirits were right there. Our loved ones. The worst part, though, was that they apparently had this thing where they could hypnotize us if we listened to them. My friend did. Crap.
I think I had an iron pot or pan or something. And that was how I got upstairs. I had to rescue my friends.
Except when I got upstairs…everyone was in the living room. Just talking and relaxing, both my friends and spirits alike.
They were stuck in a trance, sorta, at least kinda brainwashed. But the spirits weren’t hurting them. What they wanted was just to…subdue us. And have us be there with them. Forever.
I couldn’t leave, they wouldn’t let me.