Part of my story so far (I don't really like it I'll be real)

**Part 1: The Invitation** Jamie Henderson squinted at the crumpled flyer Milo had pulled from the community center bulletin board. It was printed in clashing fonts, half-faded from sun exposure, and read like a dare: "ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH? Halcyon House Paranormal Lock-In One Night Only | Must be 16+ | Waivers Required Former orphanage turned asylum turned—well, we won’t spoil the rest…" Jamie raised an eyebrow. “This is either a scam or the best night of our lives.” Milo grinned, a little too excited. His dark hoodie was already dusted with ghost-hunting gear—EMF reader in one pocket, a small handheld camera strapped to his chest, flashlight swinging from his belt like a sword. “Come on, Jamie. This place was literally condemned twice. How do we *not* go?” Jamie glanced down the street where the last of the fall sun dipped below the trees. October air nipped at their cheeks, crisp and full of that strange mix of excitement and eerie stillness. The kind that always came before something… weird. “Alright,” Jamie said, sliding their phone out to snap a pic of the flyer. “But if I die, I’m haunting you first.” Milo leaned in close, smirking. “Babe, I’d be honored.” --- 🚪Halcyon House: 10:03 PM The place looked like it had *regrets*. Halcyon House towered in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees that clawed at the sky. Ivy ran up the brick like veins. Most of the windows were broken or boarded, but one near the top flickered with dim yellow light. “Did you see that?” Jamie whispered, already filming. Milo nodded, pulling out his EMF reader. It blipped green, then blue. “There’s energy here. Big time.” As they approached the rusted front gates, they were greeted by a woman in her 30s—clipboard, ponytail, no-nonsense. “You the Carter-Henderson team?” “That’s us,” Milo said, giving Jamie a dramatic bow. “Ghost Hunters of the Future. No big deal.” She handed them a waiver. “You stay until sunrise. You break it, you pay for it. And if you run screaming, try not to trip over the stairs. Last guy busted his nose on a pew.” Jamie signed with a chuckle. “Mood.” --- 🕰️ 11:41 PM | Inside Halcyon House The interior was worse than outside. Peeling wallpaper. Cracked religious paintings. A piano that looked like it hadn’t been played in decades—and probably shouldn't be. The group—seven in total—scattered into their chosen zones. Jamie and Milo headed upstairs to the old nursery wing. “This is where they say the ‘Echo Twins’ were last seen,” Milo whispered, camera rolling. Jamie swept their flashlight across the room. Two tiny beds. A broken rocking horse. Faint marks on the wall… were those handprints? Suddenly, the EMF reader in Milo’s pocket started blinking furiously. Blue. Yellow. Red. “Jamie…” The room dropped ten degrees. And then the rocking horse moved. Just a nudge. But enough. Jamie didn’t speak. They were too busy recording. Milo’s hand found theirs without even thinking. The door behind them creaked. Slow. Drawn-out. Creeeeeeaaaak— They turned. There was no one there. But on the wall, scratched faintly into the peeling paint, was something new. One word. **“STAY.”** --- _I am also open to write short stories for these two_