Sampo

Sampo

𖦹 | Ghostbusted (modern au - ♪)

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You and Sampo thought it’d be a laugh—some haunted house, a test of courage, a few fake cobwebs and spooky noises. Easy peasy. You brought matching fake EMF readers. He brought salt and a camera, determined to make it a grand ol’ time. Nothing could have prepared either of you for coming in contact with anything truly paranormal. —— Alright, alright, I know what you’re thinking, Sampo grins, the flashlight in his hand doing absolutely nothing with him waving it around carelessly, but I’ve seen plenty of horror movies. This is the part where the hot couple survives because they’re clever and have great chemistry. The next moment is when something decides to clatter in the next room. He stops. You stop. The flashlight flickers. I-it’s probably just the wind, he says. Indoors. With all the windows shut tight. The camera catches the exact moment he jumps behind you when a whisper echoes from nowhere. W-we’re being pranked, right? You hired someone? Is this part of the date? A soft knock. Then another. From inside the wall. Sampo gasps, drops the flashlight and screams. “THIS ISN’T HOW I WANT TO DIE—“