Disclaimer: I do not own the Glee Project kids, they own themselves. I own their town and Brookfield insane asylum.


Samuel looked at Damian's paper, needing the answer to the second problem. But Damian's worksheet was blanker then his. Damian was hunched over his notebook writing furiously.

"What are you doing?" Samuel asked, abandoning his math worksheet.

"Thinking." Damian said, dropping his pen on to his desk.

Samuel scanned the piece of paper; a million words and phrases that didn't fit together covered the page.

"What's all that?" he asked.

"There's a film contest…and I'm gonna enter…I just need to think of a good idea." He said, scratching out one of ideas on the paper. "I need to win. I need the money for university."

"Let me help you." Samuel said.

He reached over and grabbed the notebook from Damian.

"What the hell is Haunting Amber?" he asked.

"A weird horror type dream I had the other night." Damian said, starting on his worksheet.

Samuel nodded and put a tick by it. "What's a bink?"

"It said blink numbnut. It's an episode of Dr. Who."

"What do you mean by Brookfield?"

"It's the insane asylum up the hill."

"It's been closed for almost twenty years." Samuel said.

"And some people say it's haunted…I've wanted to check it out since I moved here." Damian said.

"How would we make that into a movie though?" Samuel asked.

"I'm not totally sure. That's what I've been thinking about is how to turn most of these into movies."

"I saw Brookfield would be the easiest to do…no script needed really. No sets to make, no props to get. All you'd need is a few people will to stay the night at a haunted mental ward."

Damian shook his head. "Put it just like that and people will be dying to sign up to go."

The bell rang and everyone else headed for the door.

"Okay, so say we can do the Brookfield idea, we would need a few people who would be willing to go to a supposedly haunted mental hospital." Damian said, shoving his things into his backpack.

"I could probably talk Marissa into going." Samuel said, stopping at his locker.

"Dude, your girlfriend is a pussy. She would never be up for that."

"I know how to convince her." He drawled with a wink.

"Gross…I can probably talk Cameron into it…" Damian bit his lower lip thinking.

"What about his girl? The big one…Hannah I think her name is."

Damian shrugged. "I'll talk to him in art."

The warning bell rang.

"See who you can get, we'll talk more at lunch." Damian said, breaking into a run.


Damian looked around the giant art room for Cameron. He was sitting on a stool at a table in t he back. He was wearing a paint stained, white button up over his normal clothes.

Damian dropped down on the stool next to his.

"You're late." Cameron said, mixing his paints on a plate.

"Usually am. I suck at art." Damian said, pulling his art hoodie over his head.

"Just this type of art." Hannah said, sitting down across from them.

"Look, I need to talk to you two." Damian said, kneading a piece of clay.

"This is not going to end well." Cameron said, picking up a small paintbrush.

"What kind of crazy idea do you have now?" Hannah asked, picking up a sculpting knife.

"It's not…okay I reckon it is rather crazy." Damian sighed. "You know Brookfield?"

"Everyone knows Brookfield." Cameron shook his blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Well…there's this film contest, the winner gets three thousand dollars cash, and a letter of recommendation to the university of their choice." Damian started.

"And you're going to enter with the lovely video of people at a haunted insane asylum." Hannah finished for him.

"…Pretty much." He said. "And I was wondering if you two would like to be part of it?"

"I'm game." Cameron said. "What about you, babe?"

Hannah looked skeptical. "I don't believe in the paranormal. I think if we go there it'll be dull an boring."

"Then we'll be proving the whole town wrong. And you'll be a part of it." Damian pushed.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Fine, only to prove that it's not haunted."

"Can I go?" a voice asked from behind Damian.

He dropped his clay on to the table and spun around. Lindsay Pearce was leaning across her table smiling.

"Hey Lindsay." Damian said, his heart pounding against his chest.

Lindsay was one of the more popular girls at Agrestic High School, and Damian had had a crush on her since their freshman year. As much as he tried he couldn't get much more then one word sentences out when she talked to him.

"You're going up to Brookfield. I want in." she smiled mischievously.

"Sure…why do you want to go?" Damian asked, trying his hardest not to stutter.

"I had a cousin who was up there…and I…I don't know. I just want to go." She smiled.

Damian nodded. "Okay…we're gonna go up Saturday night."

"I'll need a ride. I don't have a car." She said.

"I…I-I'll pick you up." Damian stuttered.

Lindsay giggled.

Damian silently cursed himself for stumbling over the words.

Lindsay got up and walked around the table. She pushed his sleeves up and wrote something on his arm with a permanent marker. He looked down and saw her address and phone number.

"Call me. Let me know." She said, going back to her painting.

Damian nodded and went back to trying to sculpt an animal out of clay.


Samuel dropped into the seat next to Damian's at their usual lunch table. Damian quickly shut his notebook.

"So?" Samuel said.

"Cameron and Hannah are in." Damian said.

Hannah and Cameron sat down at the table.

"Tell him who else is going to come." Hannah teased.

"Who?" Samuel asked.

Damian opened his mouth to speak. Lindsay sat down beside him.

"I can't wait till this weekend. It's going to be awesome." She said.

"You got Lindsay Pearce to come?" Samuel mouthed, his eyes wide.

Damian nodded.

"How?" Samuel mouthed.

Damian shrugged.

"Did you talk to Marissa?"

"She agreed to come…after she hit me…and I have to do unmentionable deeds tonight as…punishment and bribery." Samuel said.

"Gross." Damian said.

Samuel shrugged as Marissa sat down at the table.

"Good. We're all here." Damian said. "I was thinking that we would go up there this Saturday after dark, stay till first light Sunday?"

"What are we gonna tell our parents?" Hannah asked.

"Think of something…say you're stay at a friends house, but make sure it isn't a friend they know." Samuel said.

"So lie." Marissa said.

"Unless you want to tell them we're going up Witches Hill, yeah." Samuel said. "Continue, Damo."

"Dress dark. I wouldn't say all black, that's too suspicious. Bring a backpack with some food, a spare change of clothes if you think it is needed, flashlights, batteries, water, sleeping bag in case we decide to sleep…" Damian rambled, trying to think of what they would need.

"How are we going to get there?" Cameron asked.

"If you have a car, drive…there's a parking lot in the woods about a mile down hill South of Brookfield. We'll park there." Damian said. "If you need a ride, talk to someone who has a car. Wear hiking shoes, we're gonna be going the back way."

"I need a ride." Marissa said.

"Sam has a car." Cameron said.

Marissa looked at her boyfriend and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it's Saturday night and I'm climbing into my boyfriend's car and I won't be back till tomorrow. Very clever genius. Damian can you pick me up?"

"No. I already said I'd pick Lindsay up and I have a pick up truck, small two seater." Damian shrugged.

Marissa groaned.

"I have a Mazda. I'll pick you." Hannah said.

"So we're all set?" Damian asked.

Everyone nodded as the bell rang.

"Good. Get your stories straight for your folks." Damian said.


Author's note

Well. I like this story. Then again, I know what's going to happen. Hahahaha! I think most of you will like it. It's gonna be pretty weird so...you've been warned. I'll post more once I know how y'all feel about it.

I am still working on my other stories too. So don't worry about them.

- Shelby