Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 599

Elmer felt a surge of excitement as Tiffany changed course and leisurely walked toward the equipment room.

Inside the dimly lit room, two boys dressed as ghouls stood behind the door. Their faces were painted grotesquely, and tl wore tattered, blood–stained costumes that perfectly suited the eerie twilight hour.

Elmer called in to give the signal. “Get ready! Tiffany’s on her way!”

“Got it!” The two boys chuckled sinisterly, adjusted their wigs, and crouched by the door.

As soon as Tiffany stepped inside, she would be greeted by their horrifyingly realistic ghost faces. Even if she had nerves steel, they were confident she’d be terrified out of her wits.

Minutes later, faint footsteps approached.

Outside the equipment room, Tiffany stood before the door. Instead of knocking or turning the handle, she casually raise her foot and kicked it open.

The door slammed into the wall behind it, swinging back and forth with loud creaks as the wind caught it.

Tiffany stepped in unhurriedly.

The equipment room was shadowy and cold. The faint evening light cast elongated, ghastly shadows of the scattered gear, giving the room a haunting vibe.

For a fleeting moment, Tiffany thought, ‘Could there be something supernatural here?‘

Then, a chilling surround sound effect emerged. It was the kind of hair–raising audio from a horror movie, designed to unsettle people and make their hearts race. People would instinctively want to run upon hearing this sound.

Tiffany paused, taking a step back as though startled.

At that moment, two bloody figures emerged from the darkness. Their eerie gazes locked onto her as they moved closer, slow and menacing.

Tiffany appeared frozen in place, seemingly too frightened to move.

The two boys, delighted by her reaction, leaned into their act, their movements becoming more exaggerated.

But then, Tiffany’s cool, slightly amused voice broke through the tense atmosphere. “Is that all?”

The boys exchanged incredulous glances. With the immersive audio, their painstakingly gory costumes, and the entire ambiance they’d created, she dismissed it all as unimpressive.

Unwilling to accept defeat, they lunged at her with claws outstretched, determined to elicit a scream.

the whole thing almost laughable. Before they could reach her, she kicked them, sending them sprawling. “Is that

that, she grabbed a baseball bat from a nearby rack and began swinging it

“Ouch! Stop, please stop!”

We’re sorry!

wasn’t one to hold back, but their desperate

until they saw Tiffany reach for something else on the

said, “Baseball bats are too soft. A spiked club would

a spiked club, its sharp points glinting menacingly

down their spines. It was

filled

set up a hidden camera in the equipment room, eagerly presenting the footage to Melody. “Look, Melody, a special surprise for

trouble for

the video on her phone. However, the footage showed the two “ghouls” being

darkened instantly. “This is the

were being tortured by

equipment room, but he recalled Tiffany’s ruthless demeanor. He hesitated, afraid he would receive the end

he stopped in

was only his two lackeys getting beaten up. He figured he could make it up to them

acted as if he had no idea what was going on. Hence, he didn’t

the two boys, her tone cool and mocking. “Was it Elmer who told you to dress up as ghouls and

eyes in unison, their “friendship”

across her face. “Do you honestly

course!” They didn’t even

“Alright then. Let’s wait and see if your loyal friend comes to

her. Then, she jammed a baseball bat

locked, impossible to

calling for help, ley’s see if Elmer finds you tonight or

Nelson Durham and Logan Durham snorted, defiant. “If we win, you’ll apologize to us in front of the whole school. How

were taking a beating for

agreed without a second thought, her expression

even a gamble. It was a foregone conclusion. The brothers were simply too stubborn to

shutting the equipment room door behind

so the sound was impossible to turn

Logan were

the sound effects grew increasingly unsettling. “Maybe… we should