Lucy took a deep breath and took a step forward, clutching her torch like a sword. The passageways ahead of her were dark and ominous but she moved along bravely anyways.
She heard water rushing in the distance, and it unsettled her because she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea of water existing in tunnels like these, but she didn’t think about it too hard.
She knew there was something wrong in this place. It was too…dark. Silent. Eerie.
She heard a whisper from over her shoulder. She turend around, lighting the dark with her torch, trying to see past into the deep black. “Hello?” She squeaked, feeling uneasy.
Another whisper. A tap on her shoulder. She had a feeling she already knew what was happening. What this was. Who was doing this.
In the presence of ghosts, there was one thing to do…
She couldn’t remember the rest of the story her mom used to tell her. It was…something. But what? What was the answer in this situation. She was afraid. But of what, really? Ghosts couldn’t harm her they just…spooked her. She was still scared. The most they could do was haunt her, always there to taunt her, to scare her, to follow her around as she tried to escape.
In the presence of ghosts… you have to face them.
She turned around again

(that's where I ended lol)
(227 words :0 I don't believe it myself, haha, this is the most I've gotten all year)