"Hey Mackenzie?" Luke calls from the door. "Yeah?" "When you were on the phone with Michael, did you tell him to come in and find us?" "No, why?" Luke is silent for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is cold and full of fear. "Then um.." He stops, and I look up at him in confusion. He's staring down into the area we just came from, stance rigid. "Then who's that standing at the end of the hall?" 2014 @ psychxtichemmings

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"So, what's your name?" she asked. Her long, white hair contrasted with her big, dark brows and deep blue eyes in a unique way. Her skin was pale, as if she never exposed it to sunlight, but her red lipstick warmed her cold features. She was wearing a black beanie with "CHANNEL zero" written on it. Tall and skinny, reminded people of a Victoria's Secret model. She was beautiful. "Stacey" I answered quietly. Why are we even talking? "Really? You don't look like one," her eyes searched every detail of my face, until I frowned. "Excuse me?" "I mean... I always imagined Stacey to be a blondie, booby girlie girl. Just... not like you," Intrigued, I decided to continue the conversation "And you are..?" "My name is Ana. I just moved here. Mind showing me around?" Well, that escalated quickly. "Uh... Sure"