R: Sylvia Werner.
L: Gran, Kira, Katy, Ethan, Lady, Voice.
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Narration: Sylvia shut the door behind her as she walked into the house. She looked towards the kitchen saw Ethan and Gramps in a deep conversation.
Gran: So, hope there is no problem between your boss and you with regards to what happened here tonight?
Sylvia: Well, tonight wasn't the first time they had met and Ethan decided to be a jerk. Marcus thinks that Ethan hates hate him but I don't just see why Ethan is being so paranoid.
Gran: The girls are still upstairs and by the sound of things, they are giggling over some clothes.
Sylvia: Damn it. I am going to bed, good night.
Narration: Sylvia rushed into her room and saw Kira and Katy lying down comfortably on her bed.
Kira: Speak of the Devil. So you decided to return?
Sylvia: I hope some of you didn't go AWOL over the clothes in the bag?
Katy: Not really, so come open them up. We need to see.
Narration: Sylvia nods but first heads for the wardrobe. She opens it and immediately steps back as three boxes fall out heaped with clothes.
Sylvia: Did I miss something or is someone going to fill me in with this?
Kira: Well you are meant to be parking for your departure so we decided to step in and help you pack a few stuff.
Sylvia: That is so kind of you guys but you guys will have to leave sooner or later.
Katy: Well, we can always have a sleep over.
Sylvia: Am I getting this all wrong or is there a new rule as to not bringing clothes to a slumber?
Kira: That is not meant to be a problem … I mean, it's not like you would be packing all your clothes.
Sylvia: So that is the reason for the slumber?
Kira: Well, since we are here, you might as well appreciate the extra hands in packing.
Narration: Sylvia empties the three boxes and tosses them handing the girls one each while keeping one for herself.
Kira: Wait a minutes, before we start this, just to be clear, I will be taking whatever I like here. and I want to see everything you've got from him.
Katy: Yeah, like everything.
Kira: What do you say Sylvia?
Sylvia: Well, it can't hurt.
Narration: The girls immediately dove for the bags carry as much as they can and started to open and check out the clothes while showing each other.
Sylvia: Wow, the clothes are so beautiful.
Kira: Tell me about it. He even got you a night gown with a Gucci branded on it.
Katy: So beautiful, check out this bad ass jacket. Sylvia, I am definitely taking that snow blue denim jacket of yours.
Kira: No way, that jacket was a birthday present that I gave her. She will have to overgrow it first.
Sylvia: I am sorry Katy, but Kira is right. I can't give that but you can definitely take the pink one.
Katy: Well, asked for one got a better one. Thanks anyway.
Narration: Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the girls immediately fell dead silent. Sylvia walks up to the door and places her hand on the door knob.
Sylvia: Who is it?
Ethan: It is me, open the door. We need to talk.
Sylvia: Get away from my door. We already did enough talking before you called me a whore.
Ethan: Sylvia, I am sorry but I really need to talk please.
Sylvia: Take your talking elsewhere. I don't need it.
Narration: Sylvia waited at the door till Ethan footsteps died away. Then she turned to see the girls looking at her smiling.
Kira: How are you doing?
Sylvia: Fine, I suppose I just told my brother to get out, so, I feel pretty great. Besides, I have some packing to do. Just hope not to meet his sorry ass before I leave tomorrow.
Katy: Well then, get down here and start packing. We have no time to lose.
Narration: The girls had finished their task at hand and were all worn out. They were sound asleep on the bed holding on to each other as they slept. Beside the bed were three packed boxes.
Narration: Sylvia was back in the sitting room welcoming Marcus into her house. When Marcus had stepped into the house, fog enveloped everywhere. She looked around but couldn't see an inch from her nose. She ran into the kitchen and looked around but still could see nothing.
Lady: How dare you!
Narration: It was like a screeching sound in Sylvia's ear. She clasped her hands over her ears and looked around. She saw the woman she had always seen in her dream walking up to her. She backed away as the woman opened her mouth to say something. Suddenly there was a gust of wind as voices filled the room and swallowed up in Sylvia's mind.
Sylvia: Please, make it stop. Please, make it stop, please!
Narration: The wind continued but the voices lessened. Sylvia looked up and still saw the woman moving her lips.
Lady: You invited him...an atrocity invited into your own home.
Sylvia: What are you talking about? What atrocity?
Lady: You let him in… an atrocity… kill him.
Narration: Sylvia's hands automatically went back to covering her ears as the voices returned into her mind. She wailed covering her ears so tightly.
Sylvia: Please, make it stop. Make it stop.
Lady: Your… punishment… you invite…atrocity… kill him.
Narration: Suddenly the winds intensifies but Sylvia wasn't lifted off her feet. She looked around and saw the lady being lifted into the air and the fog around her began to light up in flames enveloping her as she screamed.
Voice: Sylvia! Sylvia! Wake up, it is just a dream. Wake up, it is just a dream. Sylvia! Sylvia!!