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.

clung to him with a look of

to reality, offering a

life, too terrified to venture ahead on her

gone, Murray?" Millie stammered, with her

her back dismissively. "It's over.

couldn't understand how anyone could be

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 shadow of

continue?" Murray

steel herself before entering. But the sight of a corpse suddenly opening its eyes in a coffin sent her into a panic, causing her to flee, leaving Roseanne bewildered at her

the exit, but once she passed through, the door shut behind her, leaving Roseanne to find

eliciting a mix of pity and amusement from her. She stepped forward and tucked it back