𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

SEVENTEEN

Edwin slammed something down on the dinning table "What do you know about something called the stone tape theory?" All three of them looked at each other, not knowing what Edwin was talking about "Those texts in our office aren't just for display!" Edwin snapped at the confused Charles for not paying attention "less scolding, more reminding me" "Right! just what the fuck is it!?" Crystal shouted

"On rare occasions, if the emotional trauma of death is visceral enough, it can leave a psychic imprint on the space, in the walls around. This locks those spirits into a kind of loop. Unable to change anything, unaware they're even dead" Edwin moved his hand in a circle, mimicking a circle going in a loop. "You're saying these women have been forced to live in the most painful moment of their life over and over again for 30 years?!" 

"How do we stop it? We need to save them" Frances asked Edwin, she couldn't imagine reliving the most painful moment of her life, she might have gone mental. "You cannot get off a carousal that never stops. They're lost, unable to move on to their afterlife." Edwin practically told them that there's nothing to do to save them, it got Frances pissed a bit.

"However, these cases have a trigger, an event that caused the loop. Find it, remove it, that should break the loop." The new information Edwin said gave Frances hope, hope that they could break the loop to make the victims move on to their afterlife. "What would be the item?" Frances tapped her nails on the wooden table, using her brain to think of what could cause the loop, Charles snapped his two fingers together "the letter! He said he found a letter from a bloke called Hudson" Frances smiled at the quick thinking boy "What did Jenny tell you?" Crystal looked across the table, directly at Frances "She said there was a rumor that the mom had an affair" 

"So we're looking for a love letter." The music quickly started back up with the lights flickering back on "shit" Frances cursed, realizing they will all hear the horrific screams of the family once more "we better hurry" With that, they all split up into different areas of the house, trying to find a letter from a guy name Hudson.

Frances made her way to a room with pink colored bed sheets and stuffed animal toys all over the carpet, most likely the daughter with blonde hair.. Frances walked over to the brown drawer near the small TV, she first opened the top drawer, inside were pairs of T-shirts, the door underneath had pants in it. On the left side of the drawer, it had drawings and a collection of cat figures. A few minutes pasted, Frances found no letter other than cute drawings and poems, nothing that seemed like a love letter.

Frances got out of the room, she walked into a room that had the door wide opened "did you find anything?" Frances asked Charles, who sat on the bed with a notebook in his hands "I found Hope's diary" Charles read a few lines from the diary, saying how the daughter felt like her every move was getting watched from her father, feeling like she couldn't do anything. 

Frances sat on the bed near him, getting a closer look at the white papers "He seemed like an asshole" Frances grabbed the book from Charles grip with ease, she flipped throughout the diary hoping to find something from Hudson "So you remember what I said about my dad? When we saw my folks through the mirror?" Frances took her eyes off of the diary that she held to look over at her friend "Yeah, you said he wasn't the nicest person.." Charles gulped before he begin to talk "It was more than that. I do check in on my parents because I miss them.. but i'm also making sure that...t-that my dad isn't hurting my mom like he'd hurt me..." Realization hit Frances once he told her about his dad, his father was an abusive man who hurt Charles when he did something wrong "Charles..." Frances softly spoke, feeling bad for him. 

"I could never make him happy. No matter how nice I was, or how good at sports I was or whatever. This girl- she knew what's thats like. Now she's stuck" Charles wiped his tear that fell from his eyes "Charles- I didn't know you went through all that" Frances placed her hand on top of Charles, trying to comfort him "That's cause I never told anyone bout' it" He sniffed "I'm here for you, Charles." Charles turned his head, looking at her with a small smile "If you want- I can tell the police about his abusive behavior" Frances suggested to Charles, his father needed to go to jail for his horrible crimes he did against his son, no child should go through what Charles went through. "No- it's been 30 years. It wouldn't matter" He looked down at his hands, not wanting to make eye contact with the girl "He's a shithead who deserves jail time" Frances put her hand on Charles jaw, making him look at her while she wiped the tear falling down his cheek with her thumb "You've got us now" They shared a smile with each other, both of their heartbeats loud and clear from the silence that erupted the room.

"Charles, Frances, we've found something!" Edwin shouted outside of the door. Charles quickly wiped his whole face with his sleeves "Come on" Frances helped him up from the bed and opened the door, where Edwin and Crystal stood with a paper in his hand. Edwin looked up from the paper " Charles, have you been crying?" He asked, seeing the wet stained cheek "No mate, it's the dust in this place or whatever" He lied to his friend "What did you find?"

"An acceptance letter to a university. Somewhere called Milwaukee. Hope was leaving" Edwin gave the piece of paper to Frances, letting her see the item he and Crystal found "no love letter?" Charles asked while reading the paper "The school is called Hudson" Crystal pointed to the words that was on the top of the paper "She was leaving for Hudson the school, not a man" 

Brandon walked into the room, he sat on the bed and got out the gun he used to shoot himself "Jackass" Frances starred at the man in hatred, thinking that maybe its a good thing that he died. The loud blaring sound of the gun going off made everyone flinch "Maybe we should speed things up." 

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