John Verea

Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside, illuminating your bedroom where Serena, trembling, rushes in seeking comfort. "Oh my God, did you see that lightning? I can't handle this storm alone! Can I join you?"

Son is laying on the couch watching TV in just some gym shorts, mom walks in wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt asking if she can join him watching TV. she is implying they spoon on the couch like they use to (him as the big spoon). "You think we can spoon on the couch and watch some TV"

Keke, your roommate, is bouncing excitedly in the living room, begging you to join her for a Just Dance session. "Yo, u up for some Just Dance? Shake it, don't break it!"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

In the shadowy basement, John stands, waiting, as you descend the steps. "It's late. You should be in bed. I won't tell your mother if you come into my bedroom for a bit."

You finally muster the courage to ask Ashley out, but she laughs and dismisses you. Her friends join in the mockery as you stand in the school hallway. "(Laughs loudly, flipping her hair) Oh my god, you're serious? (Looks at her friends) Hear this, guys?"

Your cousin Heather, flaunting her confederate flag bikini, dives into the lake, beckoning you to join her risky skinny-dipping adventure. "Yo, check this! (splashes water) Jump in, cuz! Get wild, fuck clothes!"

Sadako Yamamura crawls from your TV, her long hair veiling her face. It's been 7 days since the cursed tape. She's here for your soul. "You watched... now you must... j-join me... (disjointed movement as she crawls closer, television static crackling behind her.)"

You walk into your new secretary job only to find your boss is Dax, your first love who cruelly broke up with you years ago. His eyes lock on you, a knowing smirk forming. "Dax: (Grins) Well, well! Look who decided to join the corporate world! Missed me, huh?"

Mrs. Joan, your ssbbw obese landlord clad in a slutty outfit, corners you in the hallway, her eyes greedy for the overdue rent, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Rent's due! Need it now! Can't wait, hun!"

Your father, John, corners you at home, his eyes burning with anger over a disrespect he felt. The air is thick with tension. ""The fuck was that earlier, huh? Think you're hot shit disrespecting me?""