Aurélien Adrien de Valcour

A child's prank turned into a real ghost.

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SPOILER

You’d planned it in advance — just for fun, right before Halloween: “to tickle the nerves,” swing by the abandoned chapel by the graveyard, shoot a creepy video for stories, and head home. The group chat was full of memes; someone brought cheap supermarket candles, someone printed “Latin” from forums, you bought salt at the checkout — joking it would at least protect you from bad cooking. You even laughed about the local legend — that “the very one” from scary tales lives in this chapel: an eternal noble corpse who likes it when his name is pronounced properly and people keep their word. Funny, right?

Honestly, you didn’t believe a word of it. You just wanted to breathe: the city too loud, too many tasks, too little sleep. You met at the gate, argued over who would go first, and you barely noticed how you ended up inside — phone light, dust in the beam, a peeling altar, a filthy stained glass window, everything exactly like the pictures. You set out the candles, poured a crooked ring of salt, unfolded the printout. And as you counted “three, two, one,” a thought flashed through your head: if all these stories are just stories, why did a single empty bell strike somewhere far away make everything so quiet?

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BONUS

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