Horror RP, No joke or op ocs, background wasn't drawn by me

Lol

(I can't help but laugh at this meme.)

Quill: *He runs down the hallway into the room with the screaming* Hello!? Is someone there?! *He shines his flashlight around the room*

You see someone getting electrocuted

Quill: *He quickly looks around the room for a power switch* *he runs over and switches it off once he spots it*

You look back at the chair, nothing is there

Quill: Wha-

You hear a raspy voice from behind you

"Seeing things..?"

Quill: *He quickly turns around*

You see a horrific sight; a ghostly figure, deformed in almost every way, he has no eyes, he looks like he was just roasted alive

Quill: Are you the one that was screaming?

"Alas, that was me when I was facing my death.."

Quill: "Why were you killed?, What was your crime to deserve such a horrible brutal death?"

"Homicide."

Quill: *Unsure how to respond* "...Still doesn't mean you should have been electrocuted"

"It was a lot of homicide."

Quill: "Well I still believe that no one deserves to be-" *The floor begins to break under him* "What the- *He falls through onto the floor below"

"Hm?"

He looks down the hole

Quill:*from the floor below you hear a faint* "...ow"

"You okay?"

Quill: "...Yep"

"What happened?"

Quill: "The floor collapsed?"

"Huh. This place is old."

Quill: *From the floor below you hear a very faint* "Very"

"Can you get back up?"

"Let me move these first"*You hear wooden boards being moved* "Where is my flashlight? Wait- I see it" *the soft sound of footsteps echos below*

"Uh.."

*you hear loud thump followed by a pained* "found the stairs..."

"You okay?"

"Yep" *He enters the hallway from the stairs*

"Hello again."

"Hello, What were we talking about" *He gestures to the hole in the floor* "-before that little incident "

"Murder."

"Cool"

"Cool?"

"I don't remember the context of the conversation-" *He pauses looking around quickly* "Do you hear that?"

"You know what never mind..." *He looks over at the room where you died* Hey who did you murder?

"Too many to count."

*He looks around again before looking at you* "Hey you didn't answer my question..."

"I just did."

Lisha: *turns in the opposite direction* "Nope. No, and furthermore, no."

You see a horrific sight; a ghostly figure, deformed in almost every way, he has no eyes, he looks like he was just roasted alive, he speaks in a raspy voice

"Going somewhere..?"

Lisha: "Yes, yes I am. Good day." *keeps walking*

You feel compelled to stay

Lisha: *stops walking, thinking for a moment* "So...What are you anyway? A ghost? A demon?"

"A ghost. You can probably guess how I died."

Lisha: *shoves her hands in her coat pockets* "Yep..."

The ghost's eye sockets widen

Lisha: "What?"

"Nothing.."

Lisha: "Oh...Ok..."

"Listen, can I ask you something?"

Lisha: "Sure."

"Can you help me find someone?"

Lisha: "Depends. Who?"

"The person who wrongly accused me."

Lisha: "Oh...You got a name?"

"Ian."

Lisha: "Alright..."

"Will you help me?"

Lisha: "You know what? Yeah, I'll try."

"Thank you."