Chelsea gave a sigh, looking over the scattered files that laid strewn across her desk. Resting her head in her hands she spun to face the corkboard on her wall. Quickly she strung red string across from the picture of herself to a young lady.

Her long black hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, her once vibrant blue eyes glossy and dull. The bags under her eyes prominent as she put her head on the desk. She had started this project ages ago, not once had she thought it would take this long.

Pulling out a phone from her desk drawer, she dialed a number.

"Hello?"

Came a woman's voice, clearly tired. Chelsea glanced at the clock, blinking as it glared the time back.

'11:24 PM'

She thought dully to herself, deadpanning.

"Hey Tasha, got a question for you and Annie."

She frowned at her own voice. It was dull and raspy, tiredness seeping into it. Shuffling was heard on the other end of the line before a low groan soon joined the call.

"I've added her to the call. What is it you need?"

She felt herself pause, this wouldn't end well once they heard it.

"I need you guys to come with me to the old Riverwood Asylum..."

The line was silent for a few moments before Tasha spoke up.

"The Riverwood Asylum? Honestly? Aren't you taking this student film project too seriously?"

Even over the phone Chelsea knew both Annie and Tasha were glaring at her. Annie quickly piped up, none too happy.

"You haven't even slept well since you started this dumb film. Honestly when was the last time you slept?"

"Truthfully? About four days ago, I've been running on coffee."

Both Annie and Tasha shrieked.

"CHELSEA YOU CAN'T JUST STAY UP ON THIS DUMB PROJECT. GHOSTS DON'T EXIST, THIS FILM PROVES NOTHING."

Chelsea scowled, glaring at the wall.

"Meet me there at 2:30. Clear your schedules."

She quickly hung up, tossing the phone towards the wall. With a low sigh she opened a random file. It contained a report from a group of ghost hunters who had sent it in hopes of helping her. In the corner of their report was a photo showing a woman dressed in black, blood dripping down her body as she smiled wickedly.

Chelsea frowned, circling it with a red sharpie.

'Tomorrow. Everything happens tomorrow.'