That night, inside the Crowley's house.
Hunter walked downstairs so see why the light are still on. When he got to the bottom of the staircase, he saw Celia writing on what seems to be a journal.
"Celia?"
"Yes Hunter?"
"Why are you still awake?"
Celia looked down, "I don't know... I can't sleep, I'm getting nightmares."
"Me too. Things had been really different since the accident..."
Celia then said, "Hey, I never asked you yet. What do you want for your birthday?"
Hunter shrugged, "Surprise me."
"You know I always do."
The two smiled. Hunter haven't felt this warmth in a long time.
Celia left to go upstairs. Hunter saw the journal she left behind and said, "Sis! You forgot your notebook."
Celia turned and Hunter handed her the notebook. The moment her finger touched the notebook, Hunter felt a force just for a split second.
Celia smiled and walked upstairs, leaving Hunter wondering what he just felt.
May stood outside Finn's house. In fact, she stood there for three hours or so.
Finally, she knocked on the door.
Finn answers it with his pajamas and sleepy eyes. "May? What are you doing here? It's like 2 in the morning..."
"Finn?" May exhaled. "There's something I need to tell you..."
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STORYTELLERS
FantasyFive friends join together to tell a story that becomes increasingly dangerous and frightening. When the events of their story begin to cross over between worlds, the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred.
