The End | Closed
Gina had gone to the Halloween Dance hoping to run into her girlfriend but she was nowhere to really be found for some reason, and she wasn’t answering her phone. Gina had kept drinking, growing a little more miserable and lonely. She still had these strange bouts of not knowing who the hell she was and they would overcome her at random times. Tonight seemed to be one of them. She left the party early, not really bothered about standing there alone or watching the fireworks. Maybe she’d head home and stick on a horror movie marathon, see what her sister was doing, and keep trying Ella. Why wasn’t she answering? Gina didn’t want to seem clingy (though she knew she was, considering the fact she’d practically stalked her roommates) but Ella was usually quicker than this. So where was she? Was she with someone else? Or had something horrible happened? This was Baberton, after all.
On the way home, Gina found herself wandering past the Haunted House they’d set up in the abandoned house. She found herself smiling a little as she watched some younger teens running out of the door yelling and laughing. She told herself to stop being miserable and just have some fun, so she turned and headed on into the house. It was definitely creepy and Gina found herself enjoying it, though she ended up veering off the main path and found herself a little bit turned around, in areas that clearly were for staff to hide so they could jump out or something. She moved forward again and all of a sudden she lost her balance and collapsed through a hidden door. “Shit-!” She muttered, realising she’d collided with another person.
Lifting her gaze, Gina locked eyes with Ella. She was confused as she blinked back at her, trying to figure out what she was doing. Was she working here? No, she’d have said something. Right? Gina opened her mouth to speak but her mind was already connecting the very real looking knife she’d suddenly noticed, and the Polaroid pictures that had spilled from Ella’s pocket in the collision. Pictures of people at the dance - she was at the dance! If she was at the dance... and lurking in the background, taking random pictures... and now she had a knife... Gina turned her head and saw Alexandra Willis and everything sort of pieced together in her brain and she felt too stunned to move, let alone run for it.
“I--” Was all she managed to say as she looked back at Ella, before all she felt was pain. She did call out for help, maybe not very loud but she could barely hear herself right now, but everyone would have thought it was part of the fun of the Haunted House. Gina couldn’t believe this was happening. Ella... was Ella -A? Was she killing people? Was she about to kill someone now? Had she just killed her? She was stabbed more than once and it was quick that the light drained from her eyes, probably for the best because the betrayal and the pain and the shock was far too much for her. Gina drifted off into death without being able to say another word, her bright future smothered out in an instant.



















