❛ THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUN OVERNIGHT GAME, NOT A NIGHT WHERE WE RUN FOR OUR LIVES ❜
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started: october 29, 2018
ended: february 20, 2019
rewritten: february 20, 2019
original st...
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[ x. the horrifying information ]
LIAM STRUGGLED TO get his phone out of his jacket pocket. He wiped his runny nose before grabbing the phone with both hands. Never in his lifetime would he imagine himself being in the middle of a horror movie. He knows how horror movies end up: they all die.
Liam clicked on one of his friend's contact, knowing they all need help. "What are you doing?" Scout choked out as he held Ingrid tighter. He heard her muffled sobs as she cried into his chest. Liam sniffled and continued to cry.
"We need someone smart." He looked up from his phone and stared at Scout. "Someone smarter than you," he breathed out and looked down at his phone. He pressed his friend's contact and held it up to his ear.
"They've been down there for a while," Layla coughed out as she wiped her mouth. She was referring to Caroline, Delancy, Maura, and Harriet. "Do you think they're okay?" Scout felt Ingrid shake her head, which made him softly sigh.
"Hello?!" Liam asked the person on the other line, still rocking back and forth.
"You never call me," Jonah Kelly responded with a sarcastic chuckle. Liam trembled and knew he felt guilty, but Jonah was the only person he knew who knew about the Carmichael residence.
"Please tell me everything you know about the Carmichael house," Liam pleaded in a whisper. He felt his eyes form tears again. Jonah furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his office chair. He stared at his blog (coincidentally, all about the Carmichael House) wondering why he might be calling. Ingrid pulled away from Scout slightly to look at Liam; she was a mess.
"Are you okay?" Jonah asked hesitantly, not liking confrontation. After all, he was a very shy and quiet person. Liam shook his head, starting to cry. Jonah's eyes slowly widened as he realized the boy was crying.
"Me a-and a bunch of other people are stuck in this shitty house," Liam sobbed uncontrollably. The three watched as he started to break down. "Something already killed Briar Gray a-and Devyn Howard. We need help!"
"Call the police, Liam," Jonah whispered as he started to look around his room frantically. Liam gasped for air, needing to calm down. Layla walked over and bent down beside him, comforting him by rubbing his back.
"We called, many times. They're not answering," Liam breathed out, taking deep breaths. "I'm so fucking scared you have no fucking idea." Jonah started to be frightened for his friend's safety.
