Phil was just a tad tired of all of everyone's drinking.
Wirrow got extremely loud and even more boisterous than he already was when he drank, stumbling around the creaking floors with a bottle of vodka in his hand, calling out to the 'ghosts' and 'spirits' that lived in the decaying building.
He didn't get an answer.
Phil himself didn't drink anything at all that night, letting the other four have their fun as he glanced around the building. It really seemed to have been a nice house before whatever happened to it happened. It was such a pity that a home that appeared to be so magnificent in its prime was reduced to broken windows and balding carpets.
Phil didn't get to think about it that much, however, because now Wirrow was pointing at something that his drunken friends were trying to see along with him. "Hey! Hey! Come down!" He slurred "This is a private party!"
Oh no.
Phil hoped that Wirrow and PJ's shouting wouldn't get a cursed laid on them.
Or have them killed.
Or anything in between.
(Phil really didn't want to die that night)
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Haunted ~Phan~
FanfictionThe house on the corner of Third Street and Nineteen Road has been abandoned for decades. It was supposedly haunted and the site for crimes through the ages, from cults to murder. It wasn't really a surprise Phil's daredevil friends wanted to go ins...
