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@dangeress

RACHEL AND DAPHNE SNEAK up the long, formerly luxurious driveway, the decaying mansion a jagged silhouette looming in the distance. they must be a hell of a sight, in their tiny skirts and high heels with their lip gloss shining in the moonlight, carrying candles, salt and a ouija board under their arms. it’s a sick aesthetic though, so rachel won’t mention it might’ve made more sense to be in jeans and shoes they can sprint in. finally approaching the door, rachel’s eyes travel up it slowly, as if waiting for it to slam open. her gaze shifts to daphne, a mischievous grin curving her lips. “oh, there’s something up for sure. and i cannot wait to figure out what it is.” 

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          𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐉𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒. Still, Rachel had wanted to bring it, and in her defense it had never worked before? In fact, it had just as much a chance of communicating with the dead as a magic eight ball, or any other kids’ toy! …RIGHT? Then again, wasn’t that what they wanted? 

Wannabe model… Killer actress… and would-be sleuth? Rachel Amber, who are you? When she’d first moved to Arcadia Bay, Daphne would have given good money to bet she’d left all the clue-finding and mystery-solving behind. Who knew she’d have found a KINDRED SOUL in Rachel Amber? Guess girls really did have to stick together.  Wanna do the honors?

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