The Haunting of Sunshine Girl

Chapter 8

When Sunshine awakes, she finds that a warm towel has been pressed to her forehead. She blinks drearily, head lifting slowly. She gazes her surroundings before realizing that she's — she's in her room. In her bed, as a matter of fact.

Sunshine groans, clawing her fingers through her tangled hair. She needs a shower. And — and then the recognition of last night's events dawn on her, and Sunshine is left gripping the blankets strewn across her body for comfort.

She doesn't think she'll ever forget those screams. Those — those marks on the door, the bloody handprints, the dents where a child had obviously kicked.

Sunshine purses her lips, hands shaking. She's feeling better, but must have — have fainted. She can recall a blurry image of the lights curling around her unconscious body. Everything after that is black.

Is her mother okay? She worries for a moment, and wonders if the inside of the bathroom door is the same. Maybe she'll check later. Maybe not. Probably the latter.

A sigh wrenches from her lips and she tucks her head in to her pillow, ignoring the light of noon speckling her sheets. She needs to upload the video and get a — a professional or something in here. That's the best thing to do.

Though she's not sure if anyone will be so willing.
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"Hey guys, so clearly I don't feel well," she says to the camera four days later, trying to smile. "I look like crap, don't I? Whoo. Anyways, so, um, the video — this is my follow up to it."

She pauses and blinks slowly, trying to think of her words and how she can get them out of her mouth. "We are really worried about it — I know you guys are worried about it too — we're not, you know, happy with it either, but uh... I think my mom's gonna get — well, we are going to; my mom's on the phone right now — but, we're planning on getting a priest in here to bless and.. maybe get some paranormal people and stuff. I don't know. We're really concerned right now, so... we'll keep you posted, guys. Thanks for your concern. Bye!"

She shuts the camera off, turns on her side, and cries.
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Sunshine doesn't want to admit that she's been having nightmares. It's hard to leave her room. She doesn't — she doesn't want to go downstairs. She doesn't want to relive the memories.

It hurts. Her heart aches with the pain of that little girl's screams. She clutches her chest in agony when the blood-stained door flashes in her mind. God. She should've convinced her mother to call someone earlier so she wouldn't have to go through this.

Unfortunately she can't change the past. But if she could, Sunshine would in a heartbeat.
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So. Creepy Lady is here. Why does she never have her camera readily available during these events?

Sunshine runs upstairs, turns the screen on, and quickly makes her way back down. "Alright, so the creepy lady from the other day who dropped by and she was all freaking out and stuff —" The camera grows staticy for a moment. "She's here. She's outside — I left her outside so I could come and get you guys, and, be my witnesses in case I die today and all that."

She rushes out of the hallway, sliding down the stairs. Sunshine jogs through the kitchen then stops dead in her tracks, eyes wide. "She — she's in the house.."

Yep. She is. When the camera is turned, Creepy Lady is there in all her glory, standing still and upright with a box tucked between her hands. There's some kind of brown writing — or, symbols, maybe? — around the sides. It's weird. What's even weirder is that this woman is in her house. Without permission.

That's not normal behavior, is it?

The camera flickers as Sunshine nears the woman. "What are you doing in my house?" she says, voice defensive. Creepy Lady is — well, you guessed, wearing the same thing as always.