She saw the same set of white eyes against a very faint black silhouette, staring down at her from the upstairs hallway.
With a blunt expression, V kicked the bush, making it rustle even louder.
"So..." V arched one brow. "What's with the bush?"
Raine frowned and slowly came out from behind the bush, dead leaves tangled in her hair. "Um, I was waiting my turn to explore the house?" She knew it was a terrible half lie but it was the best she could come up with at the moment.
She preferred working to the tune of 'if it's dead, we'll kill it.'
"That's where I first saw it," V muttered. "With the signal too, I think this is its room, and quite possibly..." She softened her words a bit. "Its place of death."
Raine nodded solemnly, glancing around the room as her voice dropped to a whisper. "I think you're right..."
They decided it would probably be best to introduce themself before the two stumbled upon them to avoid any suspicions or scares.
His face contorted into a scowl, and he stepped up to Noah threateningly.
"Uh, just on my phone."
Two of the kids looked to be smack dab in the middle of their teenage years, while the other looked like he couldn't have been more than seven or eight, right down to the gaps in his smile.
"You lousy sack of maggots," V grumbled.
"Could you possibly refrain from antagonizing the deceased?" Raine requested, frowning the slightest bit. "It's not the wisest idea and I would like to just so happen make it out of here not being one of them if you don't mind."
"I guess it is 'ready, aim, fire,' not 'ready, fire, aim.'"
and that Hanna was just an imaginary friend.
The group wandered closer and closer to the noises, and upon entering another room, Noah and the Lopezes were met with not one, but two (decidedly corporeal) other people.
discovered that the uninhabited house they had been exploring was actually not so uninhabited after all.
It seemed too spirited for her taste.
V shook her head, trying to get rid of the irksome thoughts. They were stirring up ideas and feelings that she desperately did not want to consider. Mainly, the one she hated the most.
Doubt.
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