Nellie took a hesitant step forward, the soles of her boots pressing against the soaked, splintered wood beneath her feet. The doorframe leaned sideways, groaning with age as she squeezed past it. The air inside was musky thick with the scent of rot, damp wood, and stale air being flooded out with rust. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, her flashlight trembling slightly in her hand. "This is no time for being scared god damnit." She said to herself, as she ready her camera now in hand.
Earlier she was ghost scripting in the car as she prepare herself for for the stream, tonight was going to be a long night, especially since she would need to pre-record. "This place really is old." she murmured, her voice just louder than the usual whisper. "I can smell the rot in the wood… and mold climbing up the walls."
She said out aloud, as her words faded into the echoing dark, until she self the floor quiver beneath her foot.
CREAK!
