A/N:
I know this is v random but if you don't support feminism please unfollow me ^.^ same goes for if you don't support #blacklivesmatter bc yh im gonna do a rant about this in the next chapter so yh
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Phil didn't mean for it to turn out this way. He had only pure intentions. I mean, if you found something weird in you attic, would you not mess around with it to see what would happen? I mean it was no Jumanji or Oujia board, but still. It was nothing he would want to relive.
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"I'm so happy you came to visit!" Phil's mother greeted in her northern accent, embracing her son in a hug.
"I missed you." Phil said cheerfully, pulling apart from the hug.
"Hi Mrs Lester." Dan greeted awkwardly from behind Phil. He had met Phil's family a billion times but each time he felt awkward and unwanted although it was quite the opposite.
He shuffled closer to Phil as Phil stepped away, wrapping his hand around Dan's waist.
"Dan!" She said joyfully, hugging Dan too. "I'm so glad you two could make it! Come in!" She gestured, moving aside.
Phil couldn't stop the smile on his face as he entered his old home. Dan just shuffled awkwardly behind him, trying not to be seen but it was hard being over 6 feet.
After greeting his brother and dad, the two went up to Phil's room.
"Mum said you can share my room." Phil said, opening his suitcase.
Dan nodded. "I feel so fucking awkward it's like 2009 all over again."
Phil grinned. "You say that every time you come here. Besides, you're the one that said you wanted to come with me."
Dan shrugged, helping Phil unpack.
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Being in Phil's old home was weird. Although his family were nice and all, there was something eerie about it that Dan couldn't quite put his finger on.
Maybe it was the pasty off-white walls that hadn't been touched in years. Or could it be the creaking doors and squeaking stairs. Perhaps the long corridors that reminded him of ever horror film ever.
So on one day when rain was pouring down and Dan desperately needed another blanket, he was not about to go up to the creepy attic on his own. Especially at night. No no the deranged ghost girl with a nightgown was not about to get him this time.
Dan was clutching into Phil's hand shakily, using his torch as a guide as he made his way up the raspy wooden staircase. Phil had been woken up so wasn't really paying much attention, half lidded eyes and dazed look. He had been having a nice dream about Dan until he was woken up by Dan.
They finally made it to the attic which for some reason was on the edge of the house where no room was. Phil said that it was an old Victorian styled house so the attics were really spacey.
Now at the top of the stairs, Phil was finally fully awake having stubbed his toe three times due to not paying attention.
"Where are the blankets?" Dan asked Phil as he switched on the light.
The room was lit, illuminated by an orange light as the pitter patter of raindrops became louder and louder.
The room seemed pretty normal, nothing like an attic however. It just looked like an old bedroom.
