Room 415- Friday morning

[stacyexperiment]

By now, Gwen was thoroughly freaked out. When she did manage to get some sleep there was nothing but nightmares about drowning, and then she'd spent way too much time in the bathroom this morning coughing up wet hair. Considering she'd once been mummified, she was trying to keep things in perspective but right at this moment she was thinking this was the grossest thing she'd ever been through. Top three, definitely.

Still feeling a little shaky, she was headed back to her room. Not that she'd checked her email to know class was canceled today, but she had every single intention to ditch.

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[she-neversleeps.livejournal.com]

Most of the time it was just pictures -- Samara was an expert at projecting those by now -- but this place had rolled the stone away from her prison quite literally, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of it by visiting her victims in person now and then.

Not that she wasn't already damned. That was kind of the point. She was just ready for Gwen, among others, to join her. Which is why she was here, now, sitting, dripping, in the ghost of a straight-backed chair, the ghost of an electrode cord trailing away from her skin to float in the puddle of water at her feet.