Night Games Pt. 2

Part 2 after the break!

"OK, we've got the bloody demon nurse, my doctor coat, some miscellaneous props, sandwiches and water for everyone, enough fake blood to drown a small child, a small collection of wigs, and your makeup kits. Oh, and my bag in the back seat. What are the others bringing?" Sean stepped up to the trunk and smirked, holding up a pair of plastic glasses with eyebrows and a nose attached. "Nice horror props you've got there.” Paul snatched them from her hand, saying, “I’ll have you know that I found Groucho Marx terrifying as a child.” Sean snorted. “Uh-huh. Anyway, I'm not sure exactly. We'll have to see when they get here." She stepped around the car to see into the back seat. "What's in that black bag anyway?" Paul couldn't help the smile creeping over his face. "Oh nothing much, just some flashlights and a few sundries designed to make our night a little more comfortable."Sean's brow furrowed. "Wha-" "Oh hey,” Paul said hurriedly, “they're here!" The rocks crunched under his feet as he ran across the driveway to flag down the van coming in from the street. The sudden light reflecting off of the building's windows made Sean wince as they pulled in. She hadn't realized how dark it had gotten since they had arrived. A pale arm waved at Paul from within the cab of the van. "Hey guys!” exclaimed a male voice."Hey Fred, did everyone make it?" Paul knew it was Fred as he was the only other guy invited to the shoot. "Yeah, they're all here!" As they piled out of the minivan Paul was reminded of a clown car unloading. Almost simultaneously Hannah, Jennifer, Liz, and Ann tumbled from the van in various states of disarray.

Everyone looked fantastic, as they usually did. As Liz had once said, “We are a good looking group of people!” They had all laughed, of course, at the insane conceitedness of the statement, but later came to agree. You didn't get semi-professional costuming enthusiasts and models together for a shoot without expecting a certain level of attractiveness. Hugs were given and received with gusto for a few minutes before Fred, Paul, and Hannah reviewed the shot list and equipment. "So Hannah how are we going to deal with the complete lack of light?" asked Fred. Hannah replied, "Well honestly I think we'll have to figure that out as we go because it depends on the angle and composition. Not to mention the lens and flash we end up using." Paul stroked his beard with feigned understanding. "Hm, right, of course." Hannah smiled. "Did you remember your stuff Fred?" "Oh, yeah, it's in the back with everything else."

Fred and Hannah moved to the equipment pile and Paul moved back to both unload his car and avoid further technical discussions. In the darkness he could only barely make out Sean's face, but he could tell something was wrong. "Isn't this place awesome? It's perfect for a horror shoot." He smiled, hoping it would show in his words."Yeah, it's great, I just, I don't know." She leaned against the car, arms folded tightly in front of her. Were it lighter Paul would have thought it looked as though she were guarding herself. He resisted his instinct to hug her. He needed her to be strong once they got inside. "I know this place is creepy and I know we're 'technically' trespassing but I seriously doubt we're going to run into any trouble. I've been here a couple times to scout and trust me; there is nothing to worry about."