In a homicidally historic city
In some strange hills
In a villa
Is a mansion
In that mansion
Are some spirits
That have driven people insane
That have caused them to murder the people of their own family name
Those hills are called the Hansen Hills. And you, along with two young women, WILL FIND OUT WHY
Redford City
1:00 pm
SARA'S POV
"Alice, wake the f**k up," I said sternly.
Nope, nothing.
Idk why I'm acting like I'm in some book that's being read (*wink wonk*) but I'll introduce myself just for the sake of it. I'm Sara Redford. Yes, as in the city we're in.
I might seem threatening by the way I'm about to brag, but honestly, I'm just as normal as you.
In 1882, my great-great-grandfather, Barry Redford, discovered a forest that was so luscious and lively...🌲🌳
...that he ordered it be chopped down (and he could do that because he was the richest man around and a mofo) and made into the weird a$$ area that Redford City is. ⛏
Now I've wasted my time, I realize. My friend Alice is still sleeping, and we have many more things to do.😴🤤
Oh well, it's worth it lol. 😜
With a final shaking, Alice bolted from her pillow and konked her brunette head on the bed above hers (bunk beds.) while screaming, "NOTICE ME SENPAI!!"
"OW! Wtf, Sara!! I was having a very pleasant dream about shdndjxnyxhr and you just FUCKING DISRESPECTED ME!!"
Ugh. God, Alice is such a nut. I can't go one day without her--
"Peanut butta jelly time, peanut butta jelly time--" rang my damned phone as I got a call from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Is this Sara Redford and Alice Dawson?"
"Yes...?"
"Good. I'm Simone, I heard some news that you and your friend were looking for a vintage, historical home? I've been alerted by one of my agents that they've located an area that you might take a liking too, " said Simone in a crisp British accent. I could see the snooty expression on her face.
"Ok, um, I guess we'll check it out. Where is it located, ma'am?"
"Uh..I believe somewhere called the Hansen Hills. Huge, cheap estate. It's historical alright, miss...*papers rustling* built in 1883."
Hm, I thought. "Alice!"
"What?" she responded, still groggy.
I flipped my blue hair as I announced, "Some bitch named Samantha called and says she found what we're looking for. Cheap place from 1883."
Alice clapped her hands excitedly, jumped a mile off her portion of the bunk bed, and grabbed a hippie blouse and some jeans. "What are we waiting for, queen? Let's check this out!!"
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The Hansen Hills
AdventureDISCLAIMER: No offense to anyone whose name is Hansen. xD Two young, friendly women in their early twenties are looking for a suitable home when they encounter a very ominous mansion in an area called the Hansen Hills, which was actually inhabited b...
