Cali Carter Alexis | Monroe Jessa Rhodes ~upd~

“It was weird,” Jessa agreed. “But weird is our brand. We’re literally going to a horror festival in the middle of nowhere. What did we expect? Welcome banners and a parade?”

“Oh,” Alexis breathed. “It’s actually kind of beautiful.”

The man’s eyes flickered. Something moved behind them—not unkindness, but caution. “That place ain’t been used in twenty years.” cali carter alexis monroe jessa rhodes

They settled in. The film flickered to life, grainy and glorious. For a while, it was almost perfect: the three of them huddled in a blanket, Alexis’s head on Cali’s shoulder, Jessa’s boots kicked up on an empty chair. The bat monsters looked like rubber puppets. The acting was gloriously terrible.

Alexis whispered, so only they could hear: “Told you we should have flown.” “It was weird,” Jessa agreed

The man just grunted. He slid a pack of peanut butter crackers across the counter. “On the house. And listen—if you see a man in a long coat on the road, don’t stop. No matter what he’s holding.”

“Because you said, and I quote, ‘Road trips build character and are excellent for spiritual bonding,’” Jessa replied. What did we expect

“What’s on the reel?” Cali asked.