Owen+Charlotte

=**Full Name:** Owen Jo-Elle Charlotte= __** ELIMINATED **__



From: Somerset, Ohio. Gender: Female Ethnicity: White Traits (Appearance): Dark, brown/black hair, brown eyes, strong (but not manly) arms from drumming. Reason for coming: Received a letter along with her roommate to come. They decided to take the opportunity for a break in their busy lives. Brief History: 22 years old. Is a drummer in a band. Moved out of her family home at 18. Mother is an angry drunk.

=DAY ONE= The bus ride took a little over 2 hours -- not too long. I've been on worse. Especially on a tour bus full of sweaty guys. I passed most of the time listening to my iPod, drumming on my knees with my fingers until the old woman sitting in the set across me gave me a nasty look. It gave me chills, so I stopped. Old people are creepy. Finally, the bus pulled up to the stop in Shackleton, Ohio. Doesn't sound like a real place, but apparently it is. I couldn't find it on any major maps, but I'm here so it must be. I pulled put my phone to search for the fastest walking directions to the park. My background was a picture of my dog, Matty. I smiled, but felt a little nagging poke of sadness in my stomach. //He'll be fine,// //​you'll see him soon enough,// I told myself, and pulled up Google Maps. "15 minutes //,"// the screen read. Easy. I started walking, and smiled at everyone I passed. It's been too long since I've had a stress-free trip, so this better be good.

=DAY TWO= (435 words)

//Bzz-bzz.// I wake up to the annoying sound of my phone vibrating against the hotel nightstand. I clumsily throw my arm in that general direction and fumble around until my fingers finally grasp the device. I blink the sleepiness from my eyes and open the text. Be there in 20, for reals this time. I chuckle to myself -- //for reals --// does anyone actually say that? I manage to get myself out of bed, and yes, throwing myself onto the floor //does// count. I double check that the doors are locked and then change out of my pajamas in the bathroom. I brush my teeth and whatnot, check my phone, look at the ceiling for little, smell all the hotel soaps and shampoo, check my phone again... I'm bored. 20 minutes, I can go for a quick run before she gets here. I walk back into the main room and notice a small red box with a white ribbon on the table by the door. A chill goes down my spine, the air catches in my throat and my muscles all tense. My eyes goes straight to the door -- still locked. I start to calm down. I must've just not noticed the box before. I cross the room and pick it up, ready to tear it open when I realize it's not for me. Casey Maeve Gallagher It's hand-written neatly in red on the tag. First of all, why don't I get one? And second, I just realized I never knew Casey's middle name. How does the management here know it and not me? Whatever, I'll feel guilty about it another time. I pull out my phone. Hurry up. I'm freaked out being here by myself. I hit send and few moments later my phone buzzes. //Message will be sent when service is available////.// I try to call her, but the robotic voice is all I get. "Service is unavailable. For help connecting to your network, call 1-800-blah blah blah." I hold the phone in front of me and yell, "HOW CAN I CALL WITHOUT SERVICE?!" I slam my thumb into the END  button. God, I feel like I'm in that movie, Vacancy, hidden cameras and all. I shudder, shaking the thought from my head. I need to stop watching horror movies. I'll just go down to the lobby and hopefully catch Casey as she arrives. I open the door and step into the hallway, then begin making my way, walking as fast as possible. Maybe it's my imagination, but I swear that security camera turns to follow me as I pass it.

=DAY THREE = 320 words

"Wake up, my freckled female friend!" I said in a loud, man voice, repeatedly poking Casey in the ribs. My laughter was accompanied by a loud //thud// as Casey flailed out of bed and onto the floor. "THAT TICKLED, BITCH." We laughed and then she told me what had happened the last few days. When she was done, she said she was going out and I decided to get a shower. I made sure there were two towels out for me and sat them on the sink counter. I locked the bathroom door. Soon enough, the entire bathroom was clouded with steam, so I opened the only window. I stepped into the shower and after a few minutes adjusted to the hot water. And then the unspeakable happened: Shampoo. In my eyeballs. Both of them. "GOD DAMN -- JESUS WHAT THE --" I grabbed the shampoo bottle, yanked the shower curtain open and chucked the bottle out the open window. "DANTE'S INFERNO IN MY EFFIN' EYES," I shouted to no one in particular. I admit, I have a temper. I stumbled around the bathroom, my eyes squeezed shut (and burning). I grabbed a towel and held it to me eyes until the burning stopped. I wiped the fog off the mirror to look at my eyes, which were red, and started screaming. The water running off my skin was blood red. I turned around to see the shower was running clear but the water swirling around the drain was the same red. "Um, what do I, oh my god -- CASEY!" I screamed, hoping she was back. I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. The door knob turned, but didn't open and I quickly unlocked it. Casey burst in, a panicked look on her face. "What the hell?" she asked. "Th-there's something wrong with-with the plumbing," I managed to say with a quiet chuckle. Then I fainted.

=DAY FOUR - PLEASE READ CASEY FIRST SORRY I LOVE YOU SWINDY=

We wandered around the park for an eternity and a half trying to find some god damned lockers. Nothing. BUT, we did learn a few things. For example, we're stuck here -- locked in I think. And there was a roller coaster accident? I think that's what I overheard someone saying. A woman was hanging from the swings, a man drowned in the log flume, another woman stabbed...

I'd like a one-way ticket straight out of here, thank you very much.

I was about to suggest we give up and forget about the key, when I saw a small girl skip past us. She was holding a key just like ours, tied to a red ribbon. I hit Casey's arm and pointed. "Should we follow her?" she asked me. I nodded.

The little girl seemed to turn a new corner every time we thought caught up to her. I didn't want to look like those people that chased kids around creepy amusement parks. Finally, she went into a room and left the door wide open. We followed, and finally, we were in a locker room.

"What number?" I asked. Casey held up the key.

"16."

We made our way to number 16. most of Casey fumbled for a second with the key and after a moments there was a click and it popped open. There was a neatly written note taped inside.

//Enjoy the shower? // most of the day cautiously wandering about the park, scared out of my mind. I miss my dog, my apartment, my band. I don't want to be here.

I w

I THINK SPENCER AND OWEN SOULD HAVE A RELATIONSHIP OR SOMETHING, JUST SAYING OKAY THANKS BABES XOXO

I volunteer as tribute, bring me the pretty boy. - Owen

=DAY FIVE=

Casey and I decided it would be easier to split up, so this creep sending us these notes and bloody showers has a more difficult time messing with us. Maybe it will be easier for him, but we'll see. I spent most of the day wandering the park. It was horrifying, being out alone. I went back to the hotel room, and used a wash cloth to finally get all this dried blood off me.

I sat quietly in the hotel room, thinking. I missed my dog, my apartment, my band. I miss showers that don't spew blood on you.

There was a quiet *swish* sound from the door

. I turned to look and there was a red envelop on the floor. I ran over and thrust the door open, hoping to see the person who slid it under. Th was no one in the hallway. I shut the door and opened the envelope.

// Casey thinks she's helping, // // it's you she wants to save // // the only way she'll live // // is if she avoids being brave //

// her fear of clowns will save her // // if it keeps her away // // from the arcade where I've set my trap // // to end her escapade //

I have to get to Casey. //Please don't be near the arcade,// I hope, and run out of the room.

-me on my way to save casey

=DAY 6=

I ran. I don't think I had ever moved so fast in my entire life. I didn't even know where the god damned arcade was, so I was running through the part like a maniac. I guess that makes 2 of us (as in the killer and I).

Finally, I saw the big entrance reading ARCADE and bolted inside. Please don't be dead, I thought to myself. The whole place was empty, of course, and not a single game was running. No sound effects, no flashing lights, just silence as I tiptoed my way through the place. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die here, in this park. And probably Casey too. Please let her go after me, at least, I think hopefully.

I turn a corner, by a pinball machine (I didn't think arcades even had those anymore), and that's when I saw her. Casey was unconscious, but hopefully still alive, and there was a small pool of blood beneath her head. It didn't appear to be a fatal amount. I ran over to her, and just as I went to check her pulse, one of the games behind me turned on, it's loud music echoing throughout the seemingly empty arcade. I turned to look and just as I did so, another game whirred to life. Then another, and another. Within a few seconds, every game was blaring obnoxious noises and flashing neon colors.

I turned back to where Casey had been, but she was gone, only the small pool of blood from her head left behind.

"Casey?!" I whispered urgently. I turned back to face the rest of the arcade, and found myself face to multi-colored face with a clown. And that was the last thing I remember before hearing a loud *thwack*. Everything went dark.

DOES THIS REMIND ANYONE OF OUR KILLER? IT'S FROM THE PURGE