Ray and Ethan vs. The Haunted House of Screams 1

 

Ray and Ethan were not smart. In fact, if stupidity were an Olympic sport, they would’ve taken gold, silver, and possibly eaten the medals thinking they were chocolate.

One fine Saturday night, they saw an ad online:

“Spend a night in the haunted Blackwood Manor. Survive till sunrise and win ¥50,000!”

Ethan’s eyes lit up like a toaster. “Bro! Fifty thousand! We could buy like… three PlayStations!”
Ray squinted. “Or… hear me out… we could die horribly.”
But then Ethan hit him with the ultimate logic: “We can’t die if we’re alive.”

“Bro, don’t worry,” Ethan said, puffing his chest. “I watched three horror movies last night. I’m basically a professional.” 

“Yeah,” Ray said, “and you screamed during the opening credits.”

Ray stared at him for five seconds and said, “Fine. Let’s go die alive then.”

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Chapter 1: Arrival at Doom O’Clock

They reached the mansion at midnight. The building loomed like a villain in a bad movie—cracked windows, overgrown vines, and one crow that refused to stop judging them.

“Yo, that bird’s staring at me funny,” Ethan said.
“Maybe because you wore your glow-in-the-dark Crocs to a ghost house,” Ray muttered.

They pushed the heavy iron gate, which screeched like a dying whale.
Ethan shuddered. “That sound came straight from the underworld.”
Ray grinned. “Or from your brain every time you think.”

They reached the front door. As Ray reached for the knob, it slowly creaked open by itself.
Ethan froze. “Nope. Ghosts have manners, bro. They’re inviting us in.”
“Or inviting us to die, Ethan.”

But of course, Ethan marched in first. “Ladies first!” he said proudly.
Ray slapped him on the back of the head. “You’re the lady then!”

The door slammed shut behind them with a thunderous BANG. The echo rolled through the mansion.
Ethan screamed so loud a bat fell from the ceiling.

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Chapter 2: The Dumb Detectives

Armed with one flickering flashlight and zero brain cells, the two tiptoed through the hallway. Cobwebs brushed their faces, and the air smelled like expired milk.

“Yo, this place smells like your gym socks,” Ethan whispered.
“Impossible,” Ray said. “Nothing smells that bad.”

They entered the living room, where portraits of creepy people lined the walls. One had eyes that seemed to follow them.
Ray leaned closer. “I swear this one blinked.”
Ethan grinned. “Maybe she thinks I’m cute.”
The painting blinked again.
Ethan screamed, “I take it back! I’m ugly!”

Something clattered upstairs. Ray spun around. “We should check it out.”
Ethan blinked. “Why? That’s like, rule one of dying!”
“Because we’re broke, and fifty thousand yen doesn’t collect itself!”

They climbed the stairs, each creak sounding like a countdown to stupidity. Halfway up, Ethan stepped on a loose board that groaned like a dying walrus.
“Ray, it’s moving!”
“That’s called walking, genius.”

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LLoC Quotes

They pushed the heavy iron gate, which screeched like a dying whale.

Ethan shuddered. “That sound came straight from the underworld.”
Ray grinned. “Or from your brain every time you think.”

“Nope. Ghosts have manners, bro. They’re inviting us in.”
“Or inviting us to die, Ethan.”

Armed with one flickering flashlight and zero brain cells, ...........

“Yo, this place smells like your gym socks,” Ethan whispered.
“Impossible,” Ray said. “Nothing smells that bad.”

One had eyes that seemed to follow them.
Ray leaned closer. “I swear this one blinked.”
Ethan grinned. “Maybe she thinks I’m cute.”

“We should check it out.” Ethan blinked. “Why? That’s like, rule one of dying!”