My best friend Jacob had coaxed me into joining him on his exploration of an abandoned home on the edge of our small town. It was common practice in our town that nobody approached it, through fear of what they would find inside; but, that didn't stop Jacob. Instead, it encouraged him, and because I was his best friend he knew that I was the one that had to follow him. I knew that Jacob openly enjoyed exploiting my love for him in order to force me into doing things I wasn't terribly comfortable with.
Sitting in his small car, I tugged at my sleeves as he toyed with the mirror, before going into his backpack; I gazed at him from the side, admiring the eagerness that had saturated his face. My feelings for Jacob transcended friendship, and I often fulfilled my fantasies about him inside my head. Letting out a deep sigh, I zipped up my jacket, the pair of us leaving his car in unison. "Do you know where we're going?" I asked impatiently, rubbing my arms as the cold wind hit me from all sides.
"Of course I do." Jacob scoffed, rolling his eyes, gesturing for me to follow him as he switched on his flashlight. I trailed behind him in a sulk. I much preferred it when Jacob and I spent time together alone in his bedroom, where I could watch him and think about him in comfort. He was a typical adolescent man, full of arrogant pride; the ultimate stereotype of masculinity. He was a strong believer in only he was right, and gained great satisfaction from controlling every situation; he hated my extreme scepticism, so I had learnt to dull down my persona to something that was easier for him. He liked that
By the time I had roused myself from my own little world, we had long since left the safety of the parking lot, and were trudging along a muddy field. The blades of grass towered over me, tickling Jacob's chin. As night began to roll in, I became more and more engrossed in uneasiness. Jacob, on the other hand, had a grin plastered to his face as he followed his white beam of light. He walked ahead, the light from his torch illuminating his strong physique, forcing me to bite my bottom lip. Jacob knew exactly how handsome he was. He was a mass of muscle and chiseled abs; I would have given anything to be one of the lucky girls he had fucked, with the pleasure of lying underneath him. My cock twinged in my pants, desperately begging Jacob to pay it some attention.
"We must be close." Jacob said, brandishing his flashlight around like a madman, wearing a puzzled expression.
"Can we not just come back tomorrow, when it's light? What if there's a crackhead in there shooting up?" I whined, plunging my cold hands further into the depths of my pockets, mind racing to think of ways to coax him back to the car. He chuckled, shaking his head, instructing me lovingly to shut up. So I did as I was told, and we swiftly continued our journey through the field, with me close by his side.
We eventually found ourselves standing I front of a rusted, metal gate. The home was sitting comfortably just behind it, only protected from trespassers by the fragile gate. Jacob used his shoulder to force it open, smugly smiling t me in triumph; I courteously returned a reluctant smile. I remained closely by his side as we inched closer and closer. The windows had been smashed, leaving jagged shards of glass behind that disturbingly resembled teeth. Shuddering, I folded my arms across my torso whilst Jacob looked for a way inside. He paced back and forth, examining every window and door, before noticing a small opening in the bottom of the door. He stepped back to stand beside me, his fingers gripping my arm, dragging me over to the gap. We crouched together, him pushing the wooden panel with his muscled arm, the wood was quick to give in. Looking up at me, he shot me a look as if to say 'Go ahead'.
"Jacob, do I have to go first?" I asked, peering through the gap into a room that was dark, dust covering every surface.
"Pierce, stop being a pussy. Hurry up." He said through gritted teeth. Huffing, I cursed at myself for being the smaller boy, before army-crawling through the gap. Lumps of rotting wood scarped against my arms and legs, I grimaced in discomfort. Groaning, I stood up, coughing, brushing the dirt from my clothes. I span in a circle, trying to take the room in, but the darkness stopped me from seeing anything meaningful. Jacob, in his impatience, rapped on the door with a closed fist, encouraging me to hurry. Twisting the brass doorknob with difficulty, grunting in my struggle, he sniggered at my meager attempts to open the door, letting out an exasperated sigh as I managed to open it for him.
He rubbed his hands together, breathing warm air onto them, before closing the door behind him. His torch scanned the trinkets that had been left inside; it seemed the house had been abandoned in a hurry, it looked lived-in. An uncomfortable silence engulfed Jacob and I, the house creaking as the wind battering the wooden walls.
"Do you reckon it's haunted Pierce?" He teased, elbowing me. I scowled at the back of his head as he walked towards the stairs, I rubbed my arm, following after him as he began to satisfy his curiosity. He fondled every object in his sight, showing me everything he found like an excited child. He peeked behind every door, opened cupboard, everything covered in a thick layer of greasy grime. I raised my eyebrows, pretending to find interest in his finds, when my eyes were more interested in the bulge in the crotch of his tight blue jeans.
"Let's go upstairs." He said with a crooked smile.
Jacob climbed the stairs two steps at a time, whilst I treaded carefully, wincing with every creak, fearing that I would fall through the rotting staircase and fall to my death. He had disappeared into a room by the time I reached the top, muttering to himself with glee, touching other people's belongings. I followed his coos, ensuring to scan every dark corner to ensure that there were no doped-up homeless men hiding there, reading to plunge a dirty needle into my chest.
