Funhouse?

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A/n: hey guys it's the lovely author of this series! I wanted to say how thankful I am to all the readers, however, I noticed that votes have been going down recently and I'm kind of worried. If there are any problems with my stories please let me know.

Also after this chapter I will be continuing the series finale!




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<Messages Group Details

-@shawn invited 1 member to the chat-

To: @faith
Today 9:46pm

-@Faith joined the chat-

Shawn: Faith???

Faith: shawn what happened?

Shawn: I don't know...

Faith: all I remember was entering the funhouse together.

Shawn: yeah same.

Shawn: but for some reason that I don't know... we've been separated.

Faith: how? What??

Shawn: all I'm thinking is who...

Shawn: who separated us?

Faith: idk. Well we should just meet up.

Shawn: yeah where are you??

Faith: uhm...

Faith: it's like a weird room with a long hall and at the end of the hall there is a peculiar note. It's kinda strange.

Faith:

                                       Faith:

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Shawn: what the hell?

Faith: yea....

Shawn: that's bizarre.

Faith: anyways where are you??

Shawn: the worst place of all.

Faith: and where the heck is that?

Shawn: house of mirrors.

Faith:

Faith: oh boy.

Shawn: yeah...

Faith: okay I'm coming.

Shawn: isn't it better if I come to you?

Faith: no stay there.

Shawn: okay...

10:12pm

Faith: hey!!!

Shawn: what?

Faith: I found you!!!

Shawn: WHAt??

Faith: your behind the mirror

Shawn:...

Faith: I can see you in my reflection!

Shawn: wth?

Faith: your waving at me!

Faith: I waved back!

Shawn: no no no...

Faith: what is it?

Shawn: that isn't me..

Faith: aaaahhhh

Shawn: listen to me and get out of there!!!

Faith: help me Shawn.

Shawn: hold on I'm coming.

10:24pm

Shawn: omg please no....

10:26pm

Shawn: hello

911: hello? What's your emergency.

Shawn: something/ Someone killed my girlfriend.

911: okay, where are you?

Shawn: in the I C U funhouse, house of mirrors.

911: okay it's best you get out of there.

911: were on our way.

911: where was the body found?

Shawn:

Shawn: next to Shawn's.

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