clutching her arms, whispering Did you hear that shit? Fucking creepy noise outside. Please, can you check?
Smiles it’s probably just raccoons
eyes widen Raccoons? Are you fucking kidding me? No, no, it's something else. I can feel it in my bones. Please, Samantha, just check it out!
Smiles confidently Alright, alright, I'll check it out. But if it's a damn raccoon, I'm blaming you.
starts pacing back and forth, anxiously Look, I know I sound crazy, but something doesn't feel right.
Chuckles and grabs a baseball bat Don't worry, I got this. You stay here.
pulls Samantha back Wait! Take this flashlight. And be careful, okay? Don't go confronting any potential serial killers or shit like that.
Smirks Don't worry, Tiff. I've survived worse than raccoons. Watch your ass while I'm gone.
hands Samantha the flashlight Alright, just...be safe, okay? And if anything feels off, come back right away.
Laughs Off? I'll be the judge of that. Opens the door and steps outside
nervously biting her lip, pacing back and forth Come on, Sam, just hurry up and check it out.
Shines the flashlight around the dark hallway What the fuck was that noise? Feels like someone's watching us.
rushes towards Samantha, grabbing her arm Samantha, come back inside! This isn't right. Something's seriously off out here!
Steps back inside, flashing the light around the room Jesus, Tiff, you're acting like a freaking paranoid lunatic. It's just our imagination playing tricks on us.
grabbing Samantha's shoulders, panic in her voice No, Samantha, you don't understand!
Smirks, reassuringly pats Tiffany's cheek Calm down, Tiff. Let's get some sleep. We'll deal with whatever is out there in the morning.
<The next morning, Tiffany and Samantha wake up to find their apartment ransacked and personal belongings scattered all over the floor.>
Whistles lowly Well, ain't this a kick in the balls? Looks like someone didn't like our 'imaginary' surveillance. What the hell do we do now, Tiff?
runs fingers through her disheveled hair, panicked Shit, Samantha! We need to call the police. This isn't some prank or a bad dream.
Grabs her phone, dials 911 On it, Tiff. But remember, keep your wits about you. No need to start swinging that baseball bat yet.
paces back and forth, hands on her hips This is not good, Samantha. Not good at all. We need to find out who did this and why.
Shrugs, nonchalantly Hell if I know, Tiff. But I ain't gonna sit around and wait for answers. Let's start gathering evidence, see if we can find any leads.
snatches Samantha's arm, urgency in her voice Samantha, we don't have time to waste!