Chapter 77 - 25
Chapter 25: "I Lit a Fire, Stole a Girl, and Now There's a Ghost DJ Trying to Kill Me"
In which I jump through windows, run like hell, and question all my life choices... again.
If you ever feel like your Friday night is too calm, I suggest breaking into a haunted house party run by a ghost masquerading as a DJ and lighting it on fire.
Really spices things up.
I didn't stop to admire my handiwork—the flames, the screaming, the growing sense of uh-oh. Nope. I went full action hero, sprinting downstairs like I was trying to escape a boss battle I hadn't leveled up for.
And that's when it happened.
The house... noticed me.
The ghostly strings that had once pulsed gently now shivered, like someone had just turned the thermostat down to "Arctic Doom." My breath fogged. Goosebumps prickled. And worst of all—
The DJ noticed me.
Tall. Too tall. Blank white mask. Twisting its head like an owl made of nightmares. The music didn't stop—it just shifted. Slower. Deeper. Wrong.
I felt its rage before I heard it.