Haunting of Julia

It's fine Julia. It's just a haunted house, Julia. Ghosts are not real Julia. It's all made up, Julia. I can't believe I've listened to that idiot. So if you did not already deduce this from my mood, the ghosts are apparently very real and very deadly. How do I know?

I am looking at said idiot's body.

Now, listen, I know what you are thinking, it is disrespectful to talk about the dead like that but you know what? He is somehow a ghost too. On the positive side, he does not appear to be trying to kill me, which is something that cannot be told about the other entities in this place. On the other hand though, he died breaking his neck. Like badly breaking his neck. Like "my head dangles all over the place when I try to move" badly.

And you know which part is worse? We couldn't do this on Halloween because there were too many people around on the street for us to sneak in, so we went on Christmas instead, thinking it would have the opposite effect on the crowds. And it worked, but SOMEBODY thought that he needed to be dressed for the occasion, as an elf...covered in jingle bells.

I have no idea how that hat is still on because right now, it seems to be supernaturally defying gravity. But the jingle bells now move when the head moves, which means constantly. I don't know how it works, given that none of those are physical objects, because the real body with real jingle bells lies two floors below me. And all I could think about in that moment was that if it keeps making those little chimes, the ghosts will find me. And kill me too. And then I will probably be forever trapped here. With this... christmas abomination.

Next thing you might ask is how did I manage to get away. Well, there was a partially collapsed staircase that I managed to climb up and went exploring on my own, to avoid the off key singing provided by the lord of elves himself. And then I heard a scream, so I slowly peaked over the railings and there they were, the ghostly figures, staring at him. And then they moved. It was so fast that I didn't even know what the crack was until his body hit the floor.

I do not know how I did not scream at that moment. Nor do I know how I did not scream when he suddenly materialized next to me. I... I am not sure but I might have blacked out on both occasions.

I also don't know how to get away from here, because they are still down there, looking at something. Wait... What are they looking at? I.... wait... I remember now... leaned over the railing and something cracked under me and suddenly, they were all looking at me. And they started clapping in joy. I... oh. The stairs gave out. And I must have...

Yep. Yep I went down with them. That's uh... that is definitelly my body down there. So the answer to your question is, I did not get away, I have died here too. But I am refusing to participate in that weird christmas party they have going in the main hall and honestly, I have no idea why he is here with me. Like at first I thought that he is going to try to bring me to them but he looks kind of apologetic? Like he is sorry? It's actually hard to tell since his head is practically upside down. And god, this is going to be a really long eternity, isn't it?