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Roslyn dropped her bags at the foot of the stairs and turned around to help Irene with her many suitcases full of useless clothes that barely fit her anymore. The two best friends had just bought their first house and would be attending Goatswood University in fall, Irene studying Anthropology, Rosyln studing Physiology.
"I can't believe this house!" Roslyn exclamied. Taking it all in.
"I know right?" Irene pulled her suitcases up the stairs taking deep breaths after each pause. "And the price. I mean we're fresh out of highschool and we can afford a two story, full basment house? Damn wonder what kind of murder took place here." She smiled as she lugged the baggage up the last steps.
"What makes you say that?" Roslyn looked at her friend.
"Come on Roslyn. The house is a beautiful! Everyone would kill for this house. Something must've happened here, or else we wouldn't have a chance at getting this house."
"Redrum! Redrum!" Roslyn winked as she bent her finger, mimicing "Tony" from The Shining.
"DUDE WE HAVE TO WATCH THAT TONIGHT." Irene did her typical victory dance and hummed the tune to "Time Warp" when she finally got the luggage up the stairs.
Roslyn shook her head at Irene's little "ritual" and grabbed her cell that was vibrating in her pocket. It was Elliott, her boyfriend of 2 years, 6 weeks. She smiled and answered it.
"Hey babe." Roslyn said and walked down towards the basement so Irene could not hear their conversation.
"No phone sex you two!" Irene yelled down towards the basement and closed the door. She walked over to the pre-installed refrigerator and opened it, due to habit. "Damn." She said under her breath. She waltzed over to one of the boxes labled "plates" laughing at how Rosyln organized things. Opening up the box, she removed a small packet of her favorite paper, covered with birds. She started jotting down notes of what to buy at the grocery store, singing to her self. She was alone in her little world, not paying attention to reality.
A menacing figure, wrapped in gauze, appeared behind her. It slowly moved closer to her, moaning in anger. Irene looked over her shoulder, just as it dissapeared. She could've sworn she felt something behind her. Suddenly there was a scream from the basment.
Running, tripping a few times on her feet, Irene finally reached to bottom of the stairs. Startled, she looked around. Roslyn was jumping up and down, still clutching the phone.
"What the hell?" Irene said, starting at Roslyn's joy fest going on in the dead center of the basment.
"Ok honey, I've got to go." Roslyn told Elliott. There was murrmering on the other line. "Love you too." The phone clicked and Roslyn smiled at Irene.
"Sexy face you got there, Roslyn. It's all over joyed and shit." Irene shoved Roslyn's shoulder.
"Guessssssss what." Roslyn smiled.
"You're pregnant?" Irene said sarcasticly. Roslyn's eyes grew wide and her voice lowered.
"How'd you know?" She said.
"Whoa. Seriously?" Irene freaked.
"Hah. No." Roslyn giggled.
"Dude seriously. Stop messin with me and spit it out, why we all happy and shiz?" Irene ran her hand through her messy, orange hair. Impatient.
"Elliott proposed to me!" Roslyn squealed.
"Over the phone?" Irene raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Yes." Roslyn fell back on the old covered up loveseat that was left from the former owners.
"Douche."
"IRENE!" Roslyn threw one of the old, hand embrordered pillow at her friend.
"It's truuuueeeee." Irene sang. Roslyn rolled her eyes. Irene never liked Elliott. Maybe it's cause his brother, Andrew, once broke Irene's heart, maybe it's the jerkish moves Elliot always pulled on Roslyn, but of course, nothing could break their love...except a sledge hammer...and a bag...at the stroke of midnight...on an overcast night...with alot of rocks...and a lake...but that's not the point.
"Well I'm happy for you hun." Irene pulled Roslyn into a hug.
"Thank you dear!" Roslyn smiled. Just then a crash came from upstairs. The sound of glass hitting the floor.
"What the hell was that?" Roslyn asked. They both ventured upstairs. They found the plates shaddered to pieces on the floor. "Did you put the plates to far on the edge?" Roslyn asked picking up the bigger shards.
"Uhm. Actually, I never took them out of the box...that you labled sharpies by the way."