rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

↠four

okay so i kinda lied about the "action kicking up in chapter four" thing. the only thing that kicks up in this chapter is the awkwardness between 2 characters

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There was a cabin in the woods. It had been completely deserted, to make a long story short. 

Once, lifetimes ago, a couple had lived there. They never had any children; it was just a wife and a husband. The wife and the husband had spent years building that cabin themselves, from the ground up. They lost all contact with friends and family.

At last, years of hard work later, the cabin was completed. The two were very happy. Or so it seemed.

In reality, their marriage had been a hell storm from start to finish. The husband worked so many "late nights" that the wife lost track of what time he really got off work. The wife had been late to her own wedding, busy with her side piece--another woman.

Towards their ends, they didn't even sleep in the same bed.

Perhaps the wife tried to rekindle, and the husband refused. Perhaps they'd simply had enough, and the husband had run away. No one knows for sure what happened.

But when the husband went missing, no one was really surprised.

The most common theory was, of course, his murder. Everyone suspected the wife of killing him. But there was no evidence that could prove anything. There was hardly any proof that the husband had existed in the first place.

It was said that the cabin was haunted, once the wife died. For years, teenagers went against their parents' words to visit the cabin in the middle of the night.

But no one ever saw anything. 

And as such, the rumors died. Teenagers, upset over not running into any ghosts, stopped visiting. Stopped daring each other to spend the night. Stopped bringing their Ouija boards. Stopped with their candles and chalk-drawings and stopped with their chanting in the bathroom mirrors.

The cabin was just about forgotten.

Until now.

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Aisha had taken the lead, being the only one brave enough to do so. Or maybe the only one stupid enough to do so. However, Lucia was directly behind her.

Evan had a death grip on whichever unfortunate soul had happened to be closest to him. That unfortunate soul had been Wyatte. He protested at first, but had since given up. Neither of them would ever admit it, but they were both absolutely terrified.

The group stopped in the living room.

"How are we going about this? What are we going to do?" Arthur asked.

"We should split up," Lucia replied immediately, "We can cover more ground that wa--"

"Not to rain on your parade," Wyatte interrupted, with Evan still clinging to his side. "But that might just be the worst idea ever. Splitting up is the most surefire way to get all of us killed."

 "I didn't mean that, obviously! I meant split into groups. There's seven of us, so we'll break into two groups of two, and one group of three. So that no one's alone."

"Fine by me," Arthur said. "But who's going with who?"

"I'm sticking with Evan, no matter what!" Sam said, putting her foot down.