#daringbarn

[truthhcrts]

minki was really growing more and more bored by the second. he was starting to think that maybe the bitch really just wanted them to all die slow, miserable deaths. as a horror lover, minki personally just found it lazy. he wanted drama in his last moments. with that thought, he felt encouraged to peer over to whoever was beside them. “since these might be our very last hours alive... i have something to tell you.” he shifted to face them a bit more, his head cocked. “i’m in love with you. deeply, truly, madly in love.” he paused for a moment, his expression looking soft enough to be almost believable. “i’m not forcing anything on you, of course, but... if you wanna make out now, i’m def all for it. have your way with me.”

[svnmae]

Mae was trying not to let the situation get to them but after hours in the barn and no idea when it was going to be over. They’d taken their seat a while ago, having a hard time standing around still with the others. Leaned back on the wall, legs out in front of them and hands rubbing absently at hips and thighs, Mae watches the others around the barn. No one’s cells were working, no one had brought food or drink ( why when they were promised an hour ). “I just want to go back to bed.”

[simonkxng-blog]

So here he was. Entering this stupid barn that he was told to go to from stupid text messages. His gut feeling told him that this wasn’t going to go right, that he should just take this to the police or his dad even. But this anonymous texter knew his secrets, he knew that much and that fact alone scared him into not getting help. Simon’s backpack was on his back, full of his uneaten lunch from earlier and a couple of notebooks and his abnormal psych textbook. If he was going to be stuck here for an hour, at least he could study for his midterm. “H-hello?” The boy called out into the barn as he entered the doors.