it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Fuck the music box," Ronin says through a breathless laugh, shaking his head and stepping further into the room; already one of the crew is going to gather up the pieces while the other collects the as-of-yet un-exploded box from the windowsill. "Something is up with this fucking place - it's like it's booby trapped or something," he continues, padding across the room to hold out his hand and get the other man on his feet.
"The dining table flipped itself over and the basement door flew open. Then this door slammed shut and we couldn't get in - we were trying for almost a minute, I... did you not hear us...?" Brow furrowing briefly, Ronin evidently is not giving himself the time of day to think about this yet. Instead, he's already ushering everyone the fuck out of the room - and the house.
"We're gonna review all of tonight's footage and get someone out here to check the place over." You know, because clearly kids or psychopaths have rigged the house to go crazy, and it's definitely not ghosts. "We've got a permit for the week, so we can always come back."
"The dining table flipped itself over and the basement door flew open. Then this door slammed shut and we couldn't get in - we were trying for almost a minute, I... did you not hear us...?" Brow furrowing briefly, Ronin evidently is not giving himself the time of day to think about this yet. Instead, he's already ushering everyone the fuck out of the room - and the house.
"We're gonna review all of tonight's footage and get someone out here to check the place over." You know, because clearly kids or psychopaths have rigged the house to go crazy, and it's definitely not ghosts. "We've got a permit for the week, so we can always come back."
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
