the hauntings of isla thatcher / S&C | completed

Who's This Unnamed Lover?

"Half of her entries are about how she's scared of her mother and how her life has changed being with her lover, but my question is, why is she afraid, or was afraid to tell her mother about her relationship?" Colby asked.

"Maybe it was a forbidden kind of relationship. Something that shouldn't be happening but is happening because they can't be away from each other." Sam answers.

"Sounds like all of my past relationships."

Nate takes the journal and flips through the entries. "I doubt there's anything that tells us this lover's name or even anything remotely close to who the fuck he is." This time, he flips through the entries again, stopping at one that caught his eye.

Dear Diary,

I'm getting married soon. Too scared. Too excited.

"Guys, if we use the God dang spirit box, we can figure out what the fuck her last name was, before and after changing it," Sam mentions. It was a good idea, hell, it was a great idea! Sam and Colby were all about finding the answers to an unsolved story. Isla's story was never heard of from what they've gathered.

Before Nate could say anything more, there was a sudden noise coming from the hallway, causing everyone to shut it, eyeing one another to make sure they all heard it.

"Sounds like fucking footsteps," Colby whispers.

The footsteps got louder, causing Nate to jump away from the door. Is this the kind of investigation that'll make Nate think twice before jumping into it, he thinks so. But the footsteps weren't enough. Sam jumps up, grabbing at his arm.

"Holy shit!" He shouts.

Colby jumps from his sudden movement. "Dude, what the fuck."

"Something touched my arm, it's burning like fuck." Sam says, lifting his sleeve to show that there was a mark running around his arm. It looked as though whatever touched him wrapped their hand around his arm.

Suddenly, the rem pod in Sam's backpack begins to blare. "Ah!" Nate screams, stumbling on his own foot. No one could speak a word. But Sam manages to ask if Colby caught that on camera. But the look on Colby's face only told Sam that he shouldn't expect him to say yes.

"I swear on my fucking life, the camera isn't turning on."

"What do you mean it's not turning on?"

"I mean the camera was on before all this shit started happening and now it's like it's fucking dead."

Oh, Colby. The man never knows when to not curse so much when he's scared but everyone loves him for it. No one seemed to notice that Hazel was in the corner, away from them. She was drowning in her own puddle of worry that she couldn't speak a word.

The footsteps scared her. But not enough.

Then Sam getting scratched scared her. Just enough.

"The rem pod isn't even fucking on yet. How can that happen?" asked Nate, pulling the rem pod out of Sam's bag, and examining it closely.

That. That scared her.

"Turn it on. Put it down and step away so we can ask who's fucking with us."

Nate did as he was told. He placed it in front of the bed.

"Isla, if you're here, please step near the rem pod."

Silence.

"If you're Isla's lover, step near the rem pod."

And with that, the rem pod blared. Sam grinned. "It's time we figure out who this unnamed lover is."