Feb 17, 2020
“You know what this camp’s been missing recently? A messy break-up. Someone should really get on that.”
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“You know what this camp’s been missing recently? A messy break-up. Someone should really get on that.”
“I... I don’t know what you want me to say? I thought we had an agreement to just see where things were going.” Rylee huffed as she continued to push her food around her plate with her fork as she tried to find her words. “I.. I don’t get why you suddenly are so upset? I.. I just want to understand.” She nodded to herself as she raised her eyes to look at them. “Please help me understand.” She almost begged as she met their eyes.
Rylee wandered into the first room she could find just for a moment away from the noise. She peeked in and made her way to the bed as she dropped herself down on it. She sighed as she leaned her head back. Rylee closed her eyes as she let out a sigh as she tried to ease her headache. “Holy shit, the music is loud.” She mumbled out to herself. She raked her fingers through her hair as jumped as she heard someone clear their throat. Rylee shot up on the bed and gasped. “I’m sorry! Is this your room?” She squeaked out as she stood up.
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There were some days in which work was just that: work. Not anything she wanted to do, not anything that made her particularly happy. Just something to do for a few hours to make money. Growing impatient with camera flashes and commands to turn this way and that, Ramona shook her head and asked her photographer kindly if they could continue this another time before walking off the set without even waiting for an answer. Frowning a bit, she opened the door to her dressing room and walked in, only to see someone sitting there, "Oh.." she shook her head, "What are you...why are you in here?" She said, failing to bite back a laugh at her surprise.
"This situation isn't anything that you're used to -- I can assure you of that," she stated, a knowing smirk on her lips. "If you haven't figured it out by now, those guys I have tied up in there? They aren't human."
"Oh, great," Rebecca scoffed as she took the sight of the house in, chocolate-colored eyes running over every detail. "I can just feel the horror movie aura emanating from the place." She knew her mother was throwing her a warning look as if to say "Don't try me right now," but the eighteen-year-old didn't really care. Bitterness still rested in her chest from being forced to move away from her life in Seattle.
Rolling her eyes, Rebecca picked up her luggage from the car's trunk before making her way into the house that would be her home from then on. Immediately she felt a chill go up her spine but ignored it. Like she had commented before, the house was creepy. Of course a chill would run up her spine the moment she stepped in. She breathed a sigh at her reaction. "It's not like someone's really going to come out and kill you, Becca. It's just a spooky house."