so im not completly sure about this song but i just love it with its halloween vibes.🎧 haunted house - neoni 🎧 Enjoy Wandering around the place is both unsettling and strangely captivating. It's been a while since I woke up, and the eerie silence is starting to creep me out. This castle feels haunted, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.The weirdest part of today is that I haven't seen him. Well, at least not since last night. Booth has been my only company, and I'm beginning to feel like a ghost in this empty, foreboding space."So... is it always this lonely around here?" I ask Booth, who looks at me with those innocent, puppy-like eyes. Who would've thought the most terrifying creature could also be such a sweetie?I'm still shaken from last night's events, but something doesn't sit right with me. As I continue my solitary exploration, flashes of last night invade my mind—memories laced with confusion and fear.Roaming through the long, dimly lit halls, I come across a striking door. Its surface is a delicate cerulean, almost ethereal, with golden doorknobs that shimmer like stars against the night sky. Intricate symbols, etched in gold, weave a mysterious tapestry around the door, their meanings lost to me. I feel drawn to it, an inexplicable urge to uncover what lies beyond, but unfortunately, it's locked tight—not just with a key but sealed with some kind of magic. My curiosity is piqued, but before I can linger, an open doorway down the hall catches my eye.When I approach, Booth steps in front of me, blocking my way. "Oh, come on, buddy, just a tiny peek!" I plead, but he doesn't budge. I need a distraction, so I resort to a classic dog trick. "Oh, Booth, look what I've got for you!" I say, feigning excitement even though I hold nothing in my hands."FETCH!" I shout, and his head snaps toward the imaginary ball. As he dashes after the nonexistent prize, I seize the moment to slip past him into the room, quickly shutting the door behind me. "Sorry, buddy," I whisper, my heart racing.Inside, I find what appears to be a bedroom. It's simple—just a bed, two nightstands, a closet, and a large study table. But there it is: a journal lying open on the table, beckoning me with its secrets.As I flip through the pages, I'm met with disturbing sketches and jumbled words. The writing shifts between German and English, interspersed with languages I can't decipher. Each entry carries a weight of anguish, and the varied handwriting suggests that many different people have contributed to it, yet they all share the same sense of despair.One drawing, in particular, grips me—a pair of haunting eyes that mirror my own. I try to shake off the unsettling feeling and continue flipping through the pages, but my mind races with the realization that I've stumbled onto something deeply personal and horrifying.Suddenly, I hear footsteps in the hallway. Panic grips me. I duck under the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.The door creaks open, and there he is—Alex. He steps into the room, his expression a tumultuous mix of turmoil and resolve. My breath catches in my throat as I listen intently, my heart racing with fear and curiosity."What am I doing?" he murmurs to himself, pacing the room. "I can't keep doing this. Not with her... not after last night." He runs a hand through his hair, his gaze darting around as if searching for answers in the shadows. "But she is just exactly like her..."My heart skips a beat at his words, the implication wrapping around my mind like a vice. Who is he talking about? Her?"I didn't want to hurt her," he continues, his voice laced with frustration. "I wanted to protect her, but that side of me... it's like a monster lurking, waiting for a moment of weakness. I can't let it win again."His tone shifts, dark and conflicted. "But she's so... tempting. Why does she have to remind me of her? I shouldn't feel this way. I should be able to control it."I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat. This isn't just a conversation; it feels like a confession. I hold my breath, caught between fear and an unsettling curiosity about the connection he's drawing between me and this mysterious "her."After what feels like an eternity of listening to him grapple with his own thoughts, he turns and exits the room, presumably headed to the restroom. My heart races, seizing the opportunity to escape.I quietly slip out from under the bed and tiptoe to the door, my pulse pounding in my ears. The hallway feels alive with shadows, but I keep moving, the weight of his words lingering in my mind. I make my way back to my room, my heart racing with a cocktail of confusion and dread.Once inside, I shut the door and lean against it, trying to catch my breath. The chaos of thoughts swirls in my mind, the strange duality of his nature haunting me. He's charming yet terrifying, conflicted yet captivating. I can't shake the feeling that I've stepped into something far darker than I ever imagined.I didn't know much, but one thing was clear: he was a psycho, and I was trapped in his world. A couple of hours later...I am starving.Does this psycho forget I'm here? Because I don't want to repeat the events from two days ago. Nope, no thanks—not interested.Oh, shit, and Booth is probably mad at me too. Goddamn it, now I'm completely alone.I'm lying in my bed, hungry and confused by everything that's happened since I got here when suddenly—Knock, knock, knock.A jolt of fear takes over my soul, and I jump off the bed. "Who... who is it?" My voice trembles, betraying my nerves."The door opens, and an old woman steps in without a word of permission. Her presence is imposing. "Princess, I'm Adele, your companion and helper for the time being." Her voice is as cold as the Antarctic, making the chill of winter seem like a warm embrace.Damn, what's with the attitude? I think to myself."Um, nice to meet you, I'm—""I know who you are, Princess. I've come to call you for dinner," she interrupts, her tone sharp as a blade.Well, now that's just being a mean old bitch, I think, making a disapproving face at the tall, gray-haired woman in front of me."Well, okay then, no need to be so mean," I murmur, barely above a whisper, but loud enough for her to hear."I see you haven't left your room. After all, you haven't even taken a bath." Her tone is starting to irritate me."Well, as you might know, I don't know much about this place, and asking around is pretty much impossible. There's absolutely NO one around." I match her icy tone with my own, unwilling to back down.Her face gives me a death stare, but there's a flicker of what looks like respect behind it. "Well then, I shall guide you around," she says, her voice softening just a fraction. "Follow me, Princess."She leads me into the restroom, a place I've been before but haven't explored much since everything is in a different language. All I managed was to wash my hands once."I will heat the water and bring some clean clothes for you," she informs me, turning her back to the room."Thank you, Ms. Adele," I reply, grateful for her unexpected kindness.Before she leaves the room entirely, I add something, "Ms. Adele, have you seen Alex?" I ask, my eyes darting away, not wanting to reveal my worry."He's waiting for you downstairs, Princess," she replies without a hint of emotion.As she exits, silence fills the room like a thick fog. A feeling I've never experienced washes over me at the thought of him waiting for me, but dread quickly takes over. What will he do next?I immerse myself in the warm water, the steam rising around me like a protective veil, trying to clear my thoughts and prepare myself for whatever may happen next. I can't shake the feeling that I'm stepping into a web of intrigue and danger, and the chilling whispers of the castle echo in my mind, reminding me that I'm far from safe.