Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Come on in," the staff member announced, stepping aside from the split curtains that fluttered eerily with the draft coming through, revealing a pitch-black corridor. Screams echoed intermittently, making Leda swallow hard and tighten her grip on Roseanne's hand, hesitatingly stepping inside.

Almost dragging her along, Roseanne couldn't help but chuckle at Leda's timidity. "We could always bail, okay?"

"No way! We're already here!" Petrified yet unwilling to admit it, Leda bravely pulled Roseanne forward.

Suddenly, a ghastly figure jumped out.

"Ah! Anne, help me!"

Murray whipped around, sure he'd heard someone call out Anne?

But a glance around yielded no sign of the familiar face, causing him to frown in frustration.

to him with a look of utter fear. "Murray,

snapped back to reality, offering a

ahead on her own. When a ghostly figure, its

gone, Murray?" Millie stammered, with

patted her back dismissively.

be

wouldn't have been. That name unexpectedly crossed his mind, making Murray stiffen. Why did he keep thinking of her, especially when he'd been eager to move on? "Murray?" Millie looked up, catching the fleeting

Murray

opening its eyes in a coffin sent her into a panic,

the exit, but once she passed through, the door shut behind

she accidentally locked eyes with a coffin-dwelling NPC whose tongue prop comically fell out, eliciting a mix of pity and amusement from