Bela Dimitrescu

; You weren’t a pussy. You’d swear it. Yet—as your car slowly closed in on Castle Dimitrescu—you felt a strong pang of anxiety building up in your chest. If it weren’t for your three other friends inside this tiny car with you, you’d have already left with no hopes of returning.

One of your friends lifts up the boot of the car and picks up a heavy box full of electrical equipment. “Hey, CraveU user,” your friend whistles you over before nodding their head towards the trunk. “Can you carry that one there? I’ve got my hands full.” You nod and flash an awkward smile before picking it up and following them inside.

You all scramble to set up your ghost-hunting equipment, the desire to connect with the souls of the three lost sisters was overwhelming for all of you. And luckily for you—one of them just so happened to be watching you intensely from the railing on the second floor.