Chapter 110

On the other side, Naylor felt a dizzying shift in his vision and when he opened his eyes again, he was still standing in the bathroom. But something was off the bathroom seemed to have flipped, with everything reversed as if reflected in a mirror.

He rubbed his eyes, Uspecting a trick of the light, but no matter how he squinted, the bathroom remained unnervingly inverted.

Frightened, he flung open the bathroom door only to discover that the hallway and the entire house had undergone the same bizarre transformation. More disturbingly, that annoying Mervin, the cameraman, and the crew were nowhere to be seen!

Naylor called out into the microphone frantically, but his voice met with silence.

Just as panic was about to engulf him, a figure with a staff badge sprinted toward him.

“Nay!” It was the familiar voice of Yolanda.

Confused, Naylor wondered what she was doing here. Only then did Yolanda explain, “I was worried about you after those two went after you yesterday, so I stayed behind disguised as a staff member.”

But today, out of nowhere, she found herself trapped in this place, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t leave!

“Nay, what is this place? Why is everything upside–down? Are we dreaming?” Yolanda’s voice trembled with the threat of tears as she clung to him.

Naylor had no idea where they were.

They tried to leave the house, only to find themselves back inside the moment they stepped through the front door. Even jumping out the windows only returned them to the interior.

It was like some kind of ghostly entrapment – they were trapped in this house!

“What is this place? I want to go home! I want to go home!” Yolanda broke down after more than an hour of futile attempts to escape.

Under normal circumstances, Naylor would have comforted her with gentle patience. But now, caught in the same eerie trap, his nerves frayed, he snapped, “Shut up! Stop it!”

Startled by his sudden outburst, Yolanda froze, not used to being spoken to in such a manner.

Trying to control his temper, Naylor softened his tone, “Yolanda, we need to focus on getting out…”

Though she felt wronged, Yolanda knew crying wouldn’t help, and she pushed him, “Then hurry up and think of something! I can’t stay here!”

Naylor was at a loss. As he struggled to come up with a plan, Yolanda’s impatience grew, “I 10 don’t care, I wouldn’t even be in this mess if it weren’t for you. You have to find a way out! I want my dad….

Naylor, already on edge, felt a surge of anger at her accusation Without thinking, he lashed out with a slap, “Shut up!”

The sound echoed through the empty house, releasing the violent frustration within him.

For a moment, he thought he heard a voice whispering in his ear, “Women are so superficial and annoying, aren’t they? Sweet and gentle when they fancy you but screaming at you when they’re mad. Haven’t you wanted to lash out at her before?”

“Do it. No one will discover what you’ve done here.”

“You don’t need to plot or plan. You can do whatever you want. Go ahead.

These seductive whispers seemed to amplify the murderous intent smoldering within Naylor. He looked down at Yolanda, who he had knocked to the ground with his slap, and his eyes quickly filled with a bloody red.

The kindness that once warmed his face was now overlaid with a murderous grin.

“They all deserve to die. You all deserve to die…”

Terrified, Yolanda couldn’t comprehend why the man she knew was now sporting such a terrifying smile. The fear in her heart overshadowed the anger from the slap, and she made a frantic move to escape.

She had to run. The man before her was no longer her dear Nay!

As panic set in, Yolanda turned to run, but no sooner had she taken a step than her hair was viciously yanked from behind. She was thrown to the ground with force, and before she could adjust to the pain, she felt a weight on her.

Turning her head, she saw Naylor sitting atop her, his hands closing viciously around her throat.

“Na…Naylor…”

Her eyes bulged with disbelief and fear, but the man above her seemed deaf to her pleas, his grip tightening, his eyes a deeper shade of crimson, his face still twisted with a smile, “You said you liked me, right? So you should be happy if I personally send you to the end….

As Naylor gazed into the nearly choked Yolanda beneath him, the violent urges inside him seemed to be sated.

He smiled, increasing the pressure of his grip. Feeling the fragile pulse beneath his palms, his excitement grew.

Suddenly, a flash of white light burst from his hands gripping on Yolanda’s neck. Before he could react, he was violently kicked away.

Winnie appeared out of thin air, scanning the alternate dimension briefly before she turned to check on Yolanda, who was thankfully only unconscious Struggling to his feet, Naylor caught sight of the sudden arrival of Winnie. His pupils contracted, and in the next moment, he regained his composure, feigning urgency. “Winnie, thank God you’re here. Yolanda and I somehow got brought to this strange place. She jus started choking, and I was trying to save her…”

Winnie listened to Naylor’s words, then coldly stood up, fixing him with an icy gaze.

“You weren’t trying to save her. You were trying to kill her.” she said.

Naylor feigned shock, “No. Yolanda is my girlfriend. How could I possibly want to kill her…”

“Have you not killed enough already?” Her voice was indifferent, shattering Naylor’s façade. Her eyes, deep as an abyss, stared directly into his soul, “Naylor, can’t you see the spirits of those five young girls behind you?”

Winnie’s voice was clear and detached, unobstructed in the empty space.

And at the same time, her words, spoken into the microphone at her chest, were broadcasted into the live stream.

“Holy smokes!!! Is this Winnie’s mic check?! Where is she? What the heck is she rambling about?!”

“Did Winnie find Naylor? Where are they? Where’s the crew? Someone tell me, what script is this?!”

“Can somebody explain to me what’s going on right now? Naylor’s playing a serial killer in this show? When did this turn into a game of Werewolf?”

“So behind Naylor, those are the vengeful spirits of five young girls?!”

“This script is wild; it’s giving me chills, reminds me of those creepy serial killer stories trending online…”

In front of the camera, Bagot has totally lost it. Hands clutching his head, he’s spiraling into a full–blown meltdown.

“Where the heck are Naylor and Winnie?! The mic’s range is so short, for crying out loud, somebody find them, right now!”

And listening to Winnie, Bagot wishes he could just drop dead right there. What on earth is Winnie even talking about? And how is he supposed to explain this to the audience…

This darn show has no script at all!