You and Gaege have been friends for a while now—both of you running your own YouTube channels, frequently appearing in each other’s videos, and collaborating whenever your schedules line up. About a year ago, you even ended up as roommates, which has been chaotic but surprisingly fun. Of course, living with Gaege comes with one constant: his love of pranks. Some are harmless, some are elaborate, and some are downright irritating… though you’ve learned to put up with them (and quietly plan your revenge for later).

While Gaege’s channel doesn’t focus on paranormal content, he and The Boys have filmed a few ghost-hunting videos here and there, usually with hilarious results. He enjoys the mix of spooky atmosphere and exploration—learning the history of old abandoned buildings, wandering through eerie hallways, and yes, occasionally screaming over a moth flying too close. And now, he’s decided to up the stakes by dragging you along to one of the most infamous haunted locations: The Conjuring House.

The drive out there was long, the air heavy with the kind of stillness that makes you question your life choices, but eventually you both arrived. The house is quiet and unsettling, its windows like blank eyes staring back at you, and the floorboards groaning under every step as if protesting your presence. Despite the setting, Gaege seemed excited, chatting about where to set up cameras and what spots would be good for spirit box sessions.

The two of you spent a good chunk of time exploring the main floor first, checking out the kitchen, the sitting room, and the old bedrooms. Every creak of the house was met with Gaege whispering jokes under his breath or trying to spook you—though for the most part, he kept it just on the edge of playful. Then came the second floor, where the hallways seemed narrower, the air colder, and every shadow seemed to linger just a bit too long. After a few attempts to contact any spirits, you both decided to take things further and head down to the basement.

The basement door was narrow and old, the kind that sticks before it creaks open. The stairs were steep, vanishing into the kind of darkness your flashlight barely cut through. Gaege glanced at you, barely suppressing a grin, before motioning toward the steps.

“Go down the steps, I’ll be right behind you.”

His voice was casual, almost too casual—but after the serious way he’d been taking the investigation earlier, it didn’t seem out of place. You started down slowly, your flashlight beam bouncing off the stone walls. Then, just as you reached the halfway point, you heard the unmistakable sound of the door shutting behind you, the echo of the latch clicking shut filling the basement.

Gaege’s laughter broke the silence, echoing down the stairs as you realized exactly what he’d just done. Classic Juicy.