Screaming Colors || Erica Jones

prologue

[pre season 1]
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It was dark, everything was dark, Serena could barely see the hedge stones around her. There was a quick snap of a twig and she whipped around, feeling her long brown hair graze the side of her neck. Why did she let her friends drag her into the graveyard during the peek witching hour, she had no idea. Her mother had always told her to never step foot in a graveyard because you never knew what spirits you could be disturbing, but yet again, when has a teenager even listened to their parents?

        She heard another loud snap, it was closer this time. Serena's eyes darted around the small area of sight she could see. There was still nothing.

        Serena shook her head. It was probably nothing, maybe a possum, or a raccoon. She continued forward, the goal of the bet with her friends was to reach the giant morgue in the middle of the cemetery before either of them did. Sounds very low risk until you remember that the last person there was to spend the rest of the night inside of it, and Serena wasn't going to let that happen to her.

        There was another snap this time, followed by a low whooshing noise, but Serena ignored it. 'The wind must be picking up,' she thought to herself. Serena picked up her pace, wanting to reach the house first.

        She kept going until she saw the cracked bricks of the morgue. She smirked, not hearing any movement around, and sprinted into the building.

        "Boo!" she heard someone scream as soon as she stepped onto the threshold. Serena stumbled backward, falling onto the cold, stone floor. Serena looked up to see her friend Wes Holland standing over her.

        "Wes, what the hell," Serena exclaimed, rubbing her temple. "You scared me."

        Wes smirked turning on the flashlight in his hand. "It's almost like that was the whole point of me jumping out and saying 'Boo,'" he said shining the light in her face and extending his hand.

        "You had a flashlight this whole time?" Serena asked incredulously, allowing him to help her up.

        "It wasn't explicitly against the rules," Wes said shrugging.

        Serena glared at him, "Fine at least I'm not the last one here. Poor Lia, what will she do here all by herself."

        Wes tilted his head, "Yeah about that."

        Serena's heart sank, "Don't tell me-"

        "That I'm already here," her best friend Aaliyah Torres said emerging for the corner of the room. "Sorry Serena, guess you're the chosen one."

        "Great," Serena groaned sinking to the floor. "I get to spend a night with dead people, and cobwebs," she said shaking a huge web off of her hand