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Sharp night air filtered in and out of the canine's lungs, his thick coat beaten around by the wind. Halloween. There wasn't a better night to explore, right? He wasn't too interested in gathering candy or dressing up in a silly costume, anyway. He didn't really have anyplace in mind, he'd find somewhere new to haunt. With that, the young male's copper and white form seemingly melted into the shadow, ice chip eyes fixated on something in the distance.
What's that...?
Something large and block-y interrupted the horizon, indistinguishable in the heavy shadow. He quickened his paws, a house revealing itself as he neared. Honestly, you could hardly call it a house. It was ripped, teared, tattered - pretty much any word that meant decaying - at every seam. The husky poked his head in, sensing his pupils widen in the gloom.
"Anyone here?" He figured no one would answer - and they didn't, as expected. The place wasn't fit for anything to live in. He coughed a few times from the poor quality of air. Lungs burning, Orion continued on. The floors creaked with each gentle step and the walls shifted with every gust of wind outside. This wasn't safe, was it? He didn't want to turn back. Something about it drew him in. He bumped into something, pulling him out of his thoughts. A dusty old lantern with a candle inside. A matchbox.
That's... strangely convenient. He lit the candle, what else did he have to do? The room proved itself to be pretty empty. Except... what was that in the corner? Some kind of board. Setting the burning lantern down, he slid the board toward him, ears perked forward. It read "H E L L O" "G O O D B Y E" "Y E S" "N O" and the whole alphabet was scrawled across it in ink. His icy orbs studied it a moment, before he took the tiny piece of pointed wood and slid it over to "hello".
He waited a few moments. Nothing happened. After all, it was all * right?
"Is anyone there?" He inquired, the lantern candle's flickering light dancing across the room's wooden planks. Suddenly, a force tugged his paw over to the word "yes" on the board. Whatever, his nerves were just messing with him.
"Who are you?"
He felt the tugging again, leading him to spell out: "Y O U D O N T W A N T T O K N O W" He felt slightly uncomfortable, but was still convinced his mind was playing tricks on him.
"Right... where are you, then?"
"U N D E R H E R E"
Under where? This is weird. His attention was drawn to a slightly uneven plank of wood in the floor. Well, it was too late to turn away now, so he put all of his weight into pulling it back, thrusting himself out of the way as the plank flipped into the air and slammed into the wall behind him. Heading back over to the place where the flooring had been, it hit him.
The smell. Something was decaying. Just like the house, but real flesh. Real, decomposing flesh. He recoiled. He'd never smelled anything like that. Maggots writhed out of the hole in the floor, and he knew he had to get out of there. More than just get out, this place was evil.
He quickly moved the piece of wood to "goodbye" and kicked over the lantern, setting fire to the rotten wooden house. He got out of there as fast as he could and didn't stick around to watch it burn.
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