Amityville Manor. || You Again. || Bristol & Lorena.
Bristol gasped as her eyes opened wide at the sound that came from outside her house. "Fuck," she whispered, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She got off of her bed and looking through the window curtains sneakily, she glared out of it. Walking briskly out of her room, she looked through the peep-hole in her door, seeing nothing. She opened the door, pissed that it was probably teenagers fucking around and not caring that she stood only in a tank-top and underwear. Opening the screen door, she looked down when she felt the opening of it being interrupted by something on the ground. There was a package. She 'hmphed' irritatedly and picked it up, going back inside. She ripped open the top and a slip of paper fell to the ground. Before looking at the rest of the box's possessions, she picked up and read the paper.
You are cordially invited to the last night of your life. A night spent at Amityville Manor with only one other person that you may or may not know. You are going to be asked to do something for me, but you won’t know what it is until you get there. Accept my request… or die.
You have no other choice but to accept, so you get on the bus, and you follow the instructions laid out on the back of the note. You were right, the house did look old and rusty, just like you thought it would. Now, there’s only one thing left to do: Go inside and see what the killer wants you to do.
"What the fuck?" she questioned to no one, narrowing her eyes toward the paper. She shook her head and looked in the box, guessing what was in it because of what the letter stated. Assuring her that her guess was correct, there was a key and a ticket to a bus belonging to the local bus station. She wasn't sure what the fuck this was all about, but she didn't want to stress over it or elaborate too much and fuck up her mind. Instead, she threw the box toward the couch and ran a hand through her hair, her legs taking her back to the warmth of her bed.
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After she was dressed and had eaten, she stepped out of her house with the things she needed. Including an overnight bag, her purse, and the things the package came with. She headed for the bus station right away, biting her lip as she handed the man her ticket. There weren't any signs around that told her anything about where the bus would take her, unlike an airport. Once she was on it, she kept her bag and purse close to her, crossing her legs and setting her elbow on her leg that was on top. Resting her chin in her hand, the nerves finally started to settle just a little.
Mostly just because she had no idea where she was going. The rest of the note sounded amateur and this whole thing sounded pretty stupid. She wasn't afraid of anything, especially some idiotic killer who wrote like a child and asked her and some other petty soul to go to this 'Amityville Manor'. Her nerves left as quickly as they came when she thought about how stupid it was. She still had to wait for everyone to get on and the bus to start rolling, so she decided she might as well sit back and get comfortable since she had no idea how long she'd have to be on this horrible bus.
