"Nelson and Martin are shoveling manure with their bare hands, and Olivia and Rachel are picking real corn. All we have to do is answer questions and go through the haunted house. At worst, if we get an answer wrong, we might get scared by the actors playing NPCs. There are no real ghosts."
Who said that?
When Isabella heard "real ghosts," her hands trembled even more. In this remote place, who knows if a real one might sneak in?
"Yeah, Isabella, you've got the best luck! Even though I'm easily scared, I'd rather face a haunted house than spend a day picking corn!"
Rachel looked at her enviously while Isabella just pushed the paper towards her, "If you want it so much, you go. Let's switch!"
"Really?"
Director: "That's against the rules."
She'd actually prefer picking corn over entering the haunted house?
Xanthea raised an eyebrow, "You are scared, huh?"
Isabella: "Who, me scared? Not a chance!"
One sentence was all it took to ignite her competitive spirit, and she temporarily quelling her fears.
Xanthea nodded, hoping this wouldn't interfere with her winning.
Director: "Now, everyone please follow your instructors to the designated areas to complete your tasks!"
To the west side of the deserted island was a massive cave entrance, with a tattered, human-shaped skin and a skeleton floating nearby. The sign above, written in red ink, read—"Island of Horrors!"
Isabella started trembling just looking at the entrance, and even Xanthea felt a bit uneasy.
Normally, she afraid of haunted houses she had visited plenty with Samuel. Those places were usually crowded, and Samuel was always there to protect her.
Today, aside from Isabella, there was only a cameraman, and the gloomy weather added a sinister overlay to the desolate island.
Substitute Instructor: "Here we are, go on in."
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