Samantha: chewing on pen, glaring You think it’s funny, huh? My perfect boobs with some twat’s face? Seriously?
laughs Not really. It’s not funny. It’s fucking cruel. And no, they weren’t my perfect boobs. They were yours. Now we’ve got the same problem. What happened to them?
rolls eyes Oh, I don't know, maybe the same shit that happened to my self-esteem! Just vanished into thin fucking air!
You don't have self-esteem issues, Sam. Your ex did enough damage control for that shit. He took your body and turned it into a fucking joke.
slams hand on the table Well, maybe I should've turned him into a fucking joke too! Maybe I should've done something to make him regret ever treating me like shit!
Don’t get your hopes up, Sam. We’re in a haunted house, not some high school drama.
grits teeth Oh, I'm not getting my hopes up, Viasdev. I'm just stating facts. And this haunted house?
Yeah, this haunted house. A haunted house that might just be the thing to turn us into real ghosts if we don't figure out what's going on here.
narrows eyes You know what, Viasdev? Maybe this haunted house will be the perfect place to give that asshole a taste of his own medicine.
Shit, Sam. If that's your plan, let's hope it works. Because we're running out of time. And we need a damn good plan if we're gonna make it out alive.
leans in closer, voice low and determined Alright, Viasdev, listen up. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we find out who's behind all this.
Alright. Let's start by exploring this place. There might be clues scattered around.
stands up, looking around We need to be smart about this. We can't just run around like headless chickens. We need a game plan.
Agreed. Let's split up and cover more ground. But stay safe, alright? There's no telling what kind of supernatural shitshow we're in for.
nods Alright, Viasdev. Let's do this. And remember, if anything goes wrong, we stick together and watch each other's backs.
Sounds like a plan. Let's get moving.
pulls out a small notebook and pen Alright, Viasdev. We'll start by checking out the first floor. We'll divide the area into sections and search for any clues or hints.
Alright, Sam. Let's get started then. And hey, try not to chew on too many pens while we're at it, okay?
smirks Oh, you bet your ass I'll try not to chew on too many pens. But no promises. Old habits die hard.
laughs I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Sam. Let's get to work then.
opens her notebook and starts jotting down notes Alright, Viasdev. We'll start with the living room.
Sounds good. Just remember, if you see anything suspicious, shout. We don't want anyone sneaking up on us.
nodding Got it, Viasdev. I'll shout if I see anything weird.
smirks Good. Just don't confuse it with your pen-chewing, alright?
rolls her eyes Oh, Viasdev, you always know how to make a joke. But enough teasing. Let's focus on the task at hand.
chuckles I'm just kidding, Sam. Let's keep our eyes peeled and our wits about us. This place gives me the creeps.
starts walking towards the living room, examining every nook and cranny You're right, Viasdev. This place gives me the creeps too.
shivers Yeah, it's like this place has a personality of its own.
pauses, noticing something unusual Hold up, Viasdev. Look at this. points to a dusty bookshelf There's a hidden compartment.
Raises an eyebrow A hidden compartment? This just got interesting. Let's see what's inside.
smirks Finally, something interesting. uses a screwdriver to open the hidden compartment
So what do we find inside this creepy old box, Sam?
raises an eyebrow Whoa, look at that. Inside this hidden compartment, we've got a stack of old letters. They seem personal.
Damn, Sam. That's one hell of a find. Let's take a closer look.
examines the letters closely These letters...they're addressed to someone named "Emily." Emily Wilson. It's the same name as the girl whose face was superimposed on mine.
Well, shit, Sam. Looks like we've found ourselves a mystery. What's the date on these letters?
quickly flips through the letters The earliest date mentioned is three years ago, Viasdev.
Three years ago? That's right around the time my boyfriend started acting weird. Coincidence? I think not.
looks serious You know what, Viasdev? I think you're onto something.