this was the last photo he took on the night it started.
we'd gone to a large field, in a desolate, large, open land.
we'd stopped at a few abandoned buildings.
two out of the three were clean, no graffiti, although they were crumbling and rotting and old.
but the third was covered, ceiling to floor, by graffiti. none of which was positive.
most of it read, "get out" "demons live here" "this place is infested, insidious" and so on and so forth.
it was almost horrifying.
but what I didn't know, was that what was to come was even more terrifying than that old house.

while we were inside this seemingly haunted house, I lost Harry for about two minutes.
I walked around the entire premises, calling out his name repeatedly, and dialing his phone number, which went automatically to voicemail.
finally, after a scary couple minutes not being able to find the one person I truly love, Harry tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to scream extremely loud and jump what seemed five feet in the air.
he laughed. "Oh babe, I'm sorry. My phone's off and I was in the basement." he said.
but something seemed off about Harry Styles. I'd later learn there was something very wrong.

Notes

okay hey so this is just an experiment, I haven't seen any really really scary fan fiction out here so imma try it weee