NOTE - This came to me in a dream last night, the cast were acting as their characters but calling each other by their real names. There are two extra characters 'dream extras' as I like to call them, they are there and to replace them would not make sense. Things change without warning, that's just how it is. Enjoy!
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The Glee cast are waiting in the dining room of a large country mansion house after a dance rehearsal. Lea and Dianna are relaxing on the sofa, Kevin is laying on the floor near the fireplace where Naya is weaving thin plaits into Heather's high pony. The rest of the cast is sat on or around the huge walnut dining table. Grace and Mark are bored.
"How long until we shoot? It's really cold in here and it smells like old people!" Grace announces.
"I dunno," Mark says as he spins around on the polished wood surface "Darren and Chris don't usually take this long to finish a shoot, I dunno what's holding them up. More importantly, i don't know what's holding them up."
He pointed above his head at a wine rack. One hundred bottles suspended from the ceiling, each one using up one space in the rack, each one seemingly unsupported. Grace clambered onto the table.
"I bet it's just glue or something on the bottom, look" she reached for the neck of the bottle of chianti.
"Girl, what do you think you're doing?" Amber shouted "those bottles are covered in dust- they must have cost a fortune! The owners will be pissed if we drink those"
"I'm not going to drink it! I want to see what's holding them up!" Grace replied, changing her mind about touching the bottle. Kevin jumped onto the table to get a better look, inspecting the bottles from every angle.
"They're literally just hanging there, what's up with that?"
"Dude, it's got to be magic! This house is totally spooky. It's a dark magic wine rack! Voodoo!" said Chord.
"Is there a lion in there?" asks Heather, seemingly to the fireplace itself. Nobody takes any notice as all eyes are on the wine rack, Mark and Grace trying to wrench the bottles from the ceiling, Dianna and Lea shouting giggled encouragement from the sofa, Jenna clambering onto the walnut table now creaking under the weight of intrigue.
"I don't think so!" came a muffled shout from inside the chimney. A loud thud and a cloud of dust revealed Lili who had been climbing the chimney, looking for lions. "I saw a film once and there was a lion in the chimney but I think we're okay."
"Maybe there are unicorns in this one." said Heather, turning to face the soot covered girl.
"Maybe. Or chameleons. There could be a million chameleons in there and i would never know."
"Like unicorns."
"What?"
"Unicorns can camouflage themselves. Not that I've seen it. No one has, that's the point."
"Oh."
"Lili! Back me up here! they're messing with unimaginable bad stuff!" Chord shouted across the room "Voodoo, dude! Possibly even Hoodoo!"
"What? No way! That is bad. What's going on? Are we drinking? I don't like white..." Lili's voice disappeared into the chaos as she sidled closer to the table.
"Hey, what's say you and me leave these losers to their weird snooze-fest and go explore this creepy old house?" Naya quietly asked Heather.
With a last look at the chimney to check for unicorns, Heather agreed and they stealthily crept out of the dining room.
Out in the hall Naya and Heather crept almost silently around corners, listening out for members of the crew, stepping over cables and equipment, trying their best not to giggle, not to be found. They press their ears against each door listening for signs of life. Small noises and chatter betray who the doors are concealing and the pair quickly skips on, their white trainers padding across thick carpet. Quietly around a corner, to another closed door, they stop, listen. "This one." Heather pulls Naya into the room, shutting the door behind her, a soft thump, the sound of her hand fumbling for a non-existent light switch. "I think we're in the closet" she whispers, reaching out for Naya in the dark.
Heather heard the crash just as she reached the dining room door. She and Naya had stomped and stumbled back down the hall, tripping over cables thudding into walls. Not a single person had emerged from the rooms they had so cautiously slipped by just a few minutes ago. Naya leaned heavily on Heather's shoulder, one hand clutching the back of her head. A red liquid seeped out from under the door as Heather grabbed the handle. The acidic stench stung their eyes, the floor was claret and glass, shrieks and gasps leapt around the table top. Chord stood by the table soaked from the waist down in the wine that had splashed up as the bottles struck and exploded against the flagstone floor. Jenna was at the edge of the table, crying with shock.
"What did you do?!" Mark was shouting.
"Me?! You were the one shaking the thing! You did it!" Grace shrieked back fiercely.
Dianna was huddled on the couch clutching the bottle she had caught just before it had landed on Lea's head. Lea, wide eyed, noticed the Cheerios uniformed girls stagger in. "Naya! Heather, what happened? Are you okay?"