❝ FOR THE LAST TIME, no, call films is not haunted. there are no silent screen actresses haunting the projector room, and my grandpa is not hanging out in theater seventeen. i’m not sure why that rumor is being spread around. we are not haunted. ❞
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❝ FOR THE LAST TIME, no, call films is not haunted. there are no silent screen actresses haunting the projector room, and my grandpa is not hanging out in theater seventeen. i’m not sure why that rumor is being spread around. we are not haunted. ❞
❝ a week at a ski resort? there has to be a catch. i mean, if it’s as nice as it’s being made out to be, then something has to be up. they’re going to try to reenact saw, aren’t they? trap us somewhere and watch us have to sacrifice pieces of ourselves to get out. i’m concerned. ❞
❝ trick or treat! ❞ she exclaims bounding up to the other, braided pigtails bouncing with each step she takes. ❝ could you point me toward the yellow brick road? ❞ she asks, twirling so that the blue and white plaid skirt of her dorothy costume flies outward.
“I really can’t be the only one excited about this,” he shrugged his eyebrows suggestively, “getaway, can I?” He’d thus far heard a lot of negative thoughts about it, but a trip to a hotel sounded perfect to them at this time.
❝ well i, for one, am very excited to go to this little ski resort. there’s nothin’ like the mountains when it snows. ❞
❝ a little kid called dispatch today, asking if we could connect him to santa clause, because he had to tell on his brother. some days this job is horrible, but some days... some days you get cute kids that need to report their brother to santa clause. ❞
Kelsey stepped outside after a night of partying as she took a drag from her cigarette she took a look around assessing the damage. “What the shit.“ She groaned realizing that she was definitely going to have to call a cleaning services for this.
Arty sat on the edge of the dock, her fishing pole resting next to her, cast out into the water and waiting on something to bite. Her Ranger’s cap was pull down over her eyes, shading them from the sun. She only looked up when she heard the sound of footsteps along the dock, lifting the brim of the cap and looking in the direction of the sound. “You’re disturbing the fish.” she said nodding towards the body of water. “I’ve been waiting for a bite forever.”