Trapped (X F Reader)

The midday sun beat down, but a strange chill seemed to cling to the air around you. You sat at the lunch table, half-listening to Lila’s excited chatter. Her voice, usually so bright, took on a conspiratorial whisper as she pulled out a rusty, old key.
“They say there’s an abandoned building just behind the school, deep in the woods,” she began, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Haunted by a boy our age, brutally murdered, but no one knows who did it.”
You scoffed, dismissing it as another one of Lila’s wild tales. “Just a scary legend.”
Lila shook her head, leaning closer. “Wait. They say he’s actually… nice. And if you go, he’ll grant you a wish, just for keeping him company.”
She dropped the cold, heavy key into your palm. Its age was palpable, a tangible link to the rumors. A flicker of something – boredom? Curiosity? – stirred within you. A wish. Any wish. The thought was absurd, yet undeniably appealing.
