Update on the baby monitors:

Nothing.
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It's Christmas!

God, is she excited.

Maybe the ghosts are excited too.
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Sunshine is going to try and be more proactive. She wants to learn the history of the house. She wants to take in everything there is to know, ponder, and decide.

Okay, maybe a local expert is a little far, but she still has plans. Maybe they'll know about other haunted houses. Maybe they'll know what the hell is going on here and — hopefully — they can reassure Sunshine that Creepy Lady is just that creepy.

Would the little old lady a few doors down know anything?

Maybe the homeowners would know. She's sure they've had people leave the house for weird shit going down. They'd know best out of everyone.

She is just a teenager, though. Maybe she's completely off.

Maybe digging deeper into this mystery is a bad idea in and of itself.
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Why the hell is someone BANGING on the door when Sunshine is home alone?

She has her camera out, she's talking about how she loves the smell of books, and she has to be interrupted by whoever is on her front porch.

God, if it's a ghost —

She walks to the front door, confused, until she sees who it is.

Creepy Lady.

Creepy Lady is standing there.

Sunshine pulls back the screen and hesitates, eyes wide. "..Hello?"

The woman's eyes flicker around dangerously. It's almost like she can't keep her gaze locked on a certain thing.

"Hellooo..." She asks again.

"Is this your house.." Creepy Lady asks, voice raspy and low, eyes dark and brooding. Sunshine can't detect an ounce of emotion within those words.

"Mmhm.."

A long pause, and the woman finally meets Sunshine's gaze. "You live here." Is that a question or a statement?

"Mhm.."

She looks scared, maybe. Or, is that her usual expression?

"Do you know something about my —"

"You can't be here."

The words are like poison. It sends ice through Sunshine's limbs, flicking at her veins and opening up her chest. She can't move.

"Why not?"

What else is she supposed to say?

"It's not safe."

A long, drawn out pause.

"Leave this house."

What?

"It's not safe."

Double what?

"You MUST leave this house."

What in the world —

"But —" Sunshine tries to start.

"Leave."

The woman looks in to the living room.

"You must leave this house! LEAVE! LEAVE! NOW!"

Sunshine backpedals and closes the door. The woman immediately turns and quickly walks away.

"Um." She looks at the camera, wide-eyed and uncertain. "I don't know what just happened, but she's... she's frightening and I'm definitely not going to the library, that's for sure."
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Follow up on Creepy Lady: Sunshine is hiding in her mom's room.

Yeah, she's still freaking out. Normal people don't come up to your door and yell at you to leave the house that instant. No, that's what crazy people do. Maybe Creepy Lady is crazy. That would actually make a lot of sense.

She just feels safe in her mom's room. A little more.

At least Kat will be home soon.

She doesn't want to bring up Creepy Lady.

How do you even talk about that?
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Sunshine is kinda pissed that people didn't like the M&M's video.

What the hell? It was cool!
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She and her mother are sitting on the couch, sharing a normal evening while Sunshine does her homework. This is what normal families do, right?

"I'm dying."

Kat looks up. "Don't die. I'll miss you."

"Well, terrible."

"The world would miss you."

"They would? My commentary is pretty awesome."

Her mother looks around the couch. "Where are your glasses?"

Sunshine sighes and pulls them out from under her shirt. "They're right here." She leans her head back. "I feel like such a nerd when I wear them though."

"You are a nerd."

"I am not a nerd!" She slips the glasses on. "I just — people could see me or something and —"

"Yeah, who's gonna see you."

"I don't know, someone important and stuff."

"President's gonna stop by."

"Yep, he is."

Kat scribbles something down. "Do you know if you used the rest of the soy milk yesterday?"

"All the soy milk is gone — yeah."

Her mother groans. Sunshine returns to her homework.

Then, the baby monitor in front of them crackles. The two look up, startled, as it muffles and groans against the speakers.

"What is that...?" Kat asks, looking toward her daughter.

"It's the baby monitor."

"What is it doing?!"

"It's going off." Sunshine takes her glasses off and leans forward. It splutters again and she looks up at her mother.

"I just want to point out, I was right."
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So, Sunshine and her mother visit the beach for New Years. It's a pretty nice view, though quite gloomy.

They're excited anyway.

Even better? The ghosts aren't here.
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She's been researching. Sunshine was being truthful when she announced that she was going to dig deeper into her house's mystery. So, what did she find out?

Well, apparently there was a murder here. It's sort of freaking Sunshine out but she's able to calm herself.

No biggie, right?
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Sunshine is organizing cards when the doorknob rattles.

She looks up and tenses. She's fine. She's fine. She's fine.

She's fine.

Something rubs up against the door and she realizes she can't ignore this anymore. Sunshine places her glasses to the side and straightens, shaking.

The doorknob creaks again.

"Mom?" she calls out, breathing heavier.

Why is she freaking out?

Scratching. The sound fills the room and Sunshine flinches back. "Mom? Mom! Mom!"

Someone knocks at the door, loudly, and Sunshine rears back on to the bed, screaming her mother's name. She begins crying and Kat runs in, eyes wide. "Honey? What's wrong? What happened?"

Sunshine buries her head in her arms and sobs. Kat shuffles over to turn the camera off.

Things are getting worse.

ooo things are spicing up

just kidding. this is nothing. it only gets worse from here. brace yourselves