“Don't think these sweet little bribes can make up for the immense trauma I've endured these past two days. I swear I’ll never come back!”
“Same here, I've washed my hands eight times, and they still stink!”
“Haha, the storm is coming, everyone better gets in the van.”
“Director!” Xanthea suddenly spoke up, “I think I left something back at the haunted house. I need to go back and look for it. You may go ahead, don't wait for me.”
“But you...” The director wanted to ask how she would return, then seemed to realize something and, smiling, waved his hand, “Alright, we've cleared that area. Go ahead.”
“Xan, you’re not coming back with us?”
Nelson walked over, his face a picture of dismay as he clung to her. “I was hoping to play games with you on the plane.”
“Xan, should we add each other on WhatsApp?”
“Miss, the storm's about to hit, are you sure you want to go alone?”
“It's fine, the company's van will pick me up soon.”
Xanthea smiled as she exchanged WhatsApp contacts with them. Isabella was about to speak to her, when she saw Xanthea rushing impatiently towards the haunted house.
Xanthea, I still haven’t...
Never mind, I'll find a proper time and place to apologize when we get back.
As noon approached, the sky began to change. Dark clouds rolled in, shrouding the bright sky and signaling the impending storm.
Xanthea ran towards the haunted house, fighting against the wind. As she got closer, a smoky, acrid smell unexpectedly hit her nose.
What’s going on? Why is it so smoky?
She rounded a grove of trees and saw the haunted house, where they had just been filming— it was on fire!
Massive plumes of smoke, like a monstrous claw, hovered over the haunted house, the fire spreading wildly with the help of the fierce wind, turning the entire artificial cave into a blazing inferno. The fiery flames reflected in Xanthea's wide eyes.
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