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.

Murray's distraction, Millie clung to him with a look of

snapped back to reality, offering

terrified to venture ahead on her own. When a ghostly figure,

it... is it gone, Murray?" Millie stammered, with

patted her back dismissively. "It's over. Don't

understand how anyone could be scared

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

continue?" Murray

But the sight of a corpse suddenly opening its eyes in

once she passed through, the door shut behind her, leaving Roseanne to find another way

NPC whose tongue prop comically fell out, eliciting