Ashley laughs. "Yeah, well let’s just say Kyla had a busy day. You want a beer?" Ashley questions as she makes her way to the mini-fridge.

"Yeah." The girl responds. "Do you have any candles or incense, or something?" She questions while searching under Ashley’s bed.

Ashley turns to find the brunette reading one of her journals, one of the journals she had forgotten about. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"Everyone I know has porn under their bed, and all you have are comp books?"

"Yeah, well I’ve been keeping them since I was seven."

"Wow, read me something."

With a sigh shortly followed by a laugh she grabs one of the journals. "Here we are… It’s like my mind refuses to believe what I’m seeing… Hearing crocket make those awful screams." She stutters. "Just writing about it gives me the shivers. It was like Glen was possessed or something. There was a hate in his eyes that…" She blinks a few times and tries to focus all of her attention on the words that seem to be bouncing around the page.

"Are you oka-"

~

Somehow Ashley manages to trip over her own feet, and she lands face first in the dirt in front of Glen. "What the fuck is going on?" She attempts to crawl to her feet. Glen grabs the same piece of rotted wood he used to knock his sister out and hits her across the forehead.

Glen easily shakes free from Ashley’s grip and grabs a piece of wood from the burning fire.

"There are a million other sisters in the world. So why’d you have to fuck with mine?" Glen brings the piece of burning wood closer and closer to bag. It all happens so fast th-

~

And then she’s back.

"It’s okay, it was just a dream." The brunette tells Ashley.

"No, it couldn’t be. It didn’t feel like a dream."

"They never do. So, do you pass out on all your dates?"

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she runs.