Jac stumbled and tried to focus on how she was walking down the dark, quiet street. Since she had gone out earlier today, she had consumed 8 pills complimented with her favourite kind of alcohol.. anything she can get her hands on. The road was blurring more and more as her high crashed harder with every step. As she approached the Murder House at the end of the street, she hoped that her newly acquainted friend Ronnie was still awake to assist her to the attic, for she is still unsure of how to get up there.Â
She stumbles up the stairs, and subconsciously begins to bang on the big, wooden front door. Jac grabs the handle and beings to wiggle and push it to enter like she had done the previous night...."Fuck...locked."
"God, open up." Jac mumbles as she begins to feel the head rush take hold and the nausea rising. "Come on.." she slurred as she continued to bang on the door.
She heard foot steps heading towards the door and tries to regain her posture and swallow the sick feeling rising in her throat.
