{Jaren'a Point of View}:
I stood there against the wall pounding my head on the wall.
"What the hell happened?"
"Where's Lyona?" I whisper.
"Lyona, you there?!!" I yell.
I continued walking down the hall, just to see if I'd run into anyone. I then remembered how her and I both gazed into each other's eyes.
"She knew it too..."
"If only that person didn't have to ruin our moment... Fucking old people,"
I say.
I begin turn to my right, almost making another floor down.
"Oh shit!" I say.
"Jaren?" Amy asks.
"Holy shit..." I slowly breathe in. "Where are the others?"
"I'm not sure... I was with Alyssa, but she disappeared. Have you seen her?" Amy asks.
"No. But I had the same issue," I say.
"What?" Amy asks.
"I was with Lyona, but I guess the owner of the house scared her off, and she went somewhere else," I say.
"Do you know why she freaked out earlier?" She asked.
"No... But she did seem serious," I say.
"Like my brother... He was so obsessed with the show, but now that he's seen the real life house, why would he be afraid?" Amy explains.
"Maybe there was a legend that happened in here, or even related to the show..." I say.
"Maybe..." Amy says.
"How about we keep waking, and we'll probably end up finding them?" I ask.
"Sure," Amy says.
We both kept going forward down the hall.
"Can I ask you something?" Amy says.
"What?" I ask.
"Do you have your phone?" Amy asks.
"No, I left it in the car," I say.
"Why?" Amy says.
"Because I thought it would've been fast. We would've got our answer, and had the chance to get back on the road," I say.
"Well, we were wrong," Amy says.
"We were..." I say.
"So what you and Lyona talk about?" Amy questions.
"Well, I was going to tell her that I loved her," I say.
"Really?" Amy says.
"What? It's not your problem!" I say.
"But she's different. She's spoiled," Amy describes.
"How could you say that as a friend?" I ask.
"Because were honest with each other," Amy replies.
"I tried to tell her, but that elder acted the shit out of her," I explain.
"Oh please, as if you didn't get scared as well!" Amy says.
"I didn't," I say.
"Then why wouldn't you stop Lyona, and talk to the elder?" Amy asks.
I stay silent.
"Exactly," Amy says.
"You do have a point... I guess I should-" I say.
"Shhh!" Amy says.
We both stopped moving and looked down the hall.
"What?" I ask.
"You didn't hear that?" Amy asks.
"Hear what?" I ask.
I then see a figure coming behind Amy. I didn't see much, but the figure was a big person, and seemed to have a weapon ok their hand. The figure began to run towards us. I pushed Amy, out of the way, making it come for me.
"What the hell?" Amy yells.
The figure was now on top of me. He had purple fur, two horns, sharp teeth, grey pants, with a skull buckle.
"I'm just going to hurt you a little bit!" He says in a Mexican Cookie Monster voice.
The weapon comes clearly to me. He hold up a knife to my, and stabs it in my stomach.
"AMYYYY!!! RUNNN!!!" I yell.
I watch as Amy gets up, and runs down the hall making a left.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!" I yell.
I see the blood pouring down into the wooden floorboards. My black jacket, and black pants were all covered in blood.
"I'm just going to carve something in your body," He says.
I try hard to push him off of me, but he's too heavy.
"There ya go... An f for Foster's," He says.
"You... fu.. cking... Bas.. tard!" I stutter.
"Watch your language!" He holds up the knife to my head.
"I love... ove.. you Ly.. Ly..yona..." I finish.
