Preparing everything she needs, Primrose plans on a weekend trip with her friend Persimmon to uncover the story of the infamous paranormal encounters of the White Lady of Balete Drive.

Her phone lit up, prompting a text message from her friend.

Persi : HA! I finally booked us a place with a friendly price near the place!

Prim : Well, someone is excited.

Prim : FYI, this is just an overnight trip.

Persi : I know, I know.

Persi : I can't wait to return with a souvenir!

Prim : Dummy! That's no tourist spot to take home souvenirs!

Persi : I might take a small plant or maybe a flower from the tree itself. It may give me some good luck. >:D

Prim : Silly, there's no flower growing on that type of tree.

Once Persi talks about topics that interest him, Prim just couldn't help but be amused by it no matter how odd they are.

Persi : Do you imagine having our very own version of AHS? Cool, huh?

That's his dream. To be an actor of his own TV series.

Prim : HAHA. Then what, you'll be the lead actor of the series?

Persi : Of course! I'm going to make it big out there!

Prim : I, your number one fan will be supporting you until that happens.

Persi : You're really a good friend, Prim.

But, little does Persi know, he's been more than just a friend to her. . .

Prim just doesn't have the heart to cease the chance knowing that he's still healing from a broken heart after he lost his girlfriend in an accident.

Persi may no longer mention anything about Lily, yet the scar of that tragedy still lingers behind his eyes.

'It's just nice to see him get back up again.' Prim thought to herself after sending another message.

Prim : BTW, when's the call back? I'll be your chaperone next time.

Persi : Same answer as always.

Persi : Maybe they didn't want me.

Prim : Hey, you'll make it. I believe in you.

Prim: I'm sure that Lily is also rooting for you in heaven.

Persi didn't reply to her message and left it on 'read'.

Prim suddenly felt the urge of regretting bringing up his dead girlfriend's name to their conversation. Yet she knew to her heart that her message was meant to encourage him not to give up and not make him remember the tragedy.

Feeling a little uncomfortable right after a few minutes, she sends another message to keep things casual between them.

Prim : What I really mean is, I want to see you win no matter what.

Prim : Okay, it's getting late. Gotta sleep now, see you tomorrow.

The clock on her phone reads it's almost quarter to twelve in the evening with no reply from Persi, just a few 'reads'.

Prim sets her alarm and places it over her wireless charger before letting herself fall asleep.

'I guess, I'll just apologize tomorrow.' Prim muttered insecurely to herself.

As the white noise around Prim's environment calms her to sleep, it slows down gradually until everything turns deaf silent.

A little moment later, her phone lights up without her knowledge where a shadow hovers its hand on the screen at exactly three thirteen.

***

Looking at the place that Persi booked for them for a night, it's a nice bungalow house. It's old- 'a little retro to vintage' kind of old. But it looks decent.

'Not bad for its so-called friendly price.' Prim shook the thought at the back of her mind, 'It's just for a night, anyway.'

Persi and Prim took the liberty of interviewing as many people as possible during the day and decided to take a stroll during the night, even if majority of the people that knows the place advised them not to. Because of the unwanted encounters between the living and the dead.

Yet with a mission, Prim and Persi came prepared as soon as they were out of the house in the dead of the night.

When they compared the photographs and films they took during the day to the views they caught at night, the differences were apparent. The friendliest image of the day became gloomy and dark during the night, especially that the moon is absent.

"Hey," Persi nudged Prim on her shoulder, "How about let's film around that area?" Persi suggested, "It'll be fun."

"Look, it's restricted for a reason."

Persi pouted, attempting to walk away from her, "Fine, don't you dare ask for my footage then."

Prim rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, okay! You go first; I'll simply do my spiel here as an introduction." Persi smiled at her and headed his way.

Prim fastened her camera on a selfie stick focusing the lens on her.

"Good evening, this is Primrose. Live on the location where they say they encounter the infamous White Lady of Balete Drive. Let's unravel the myth behind the story only here in Unscripted."

As soon as she starts heading straight where Persi did, a black cat appears in front of her, catching her off surprise. She dismissed it as a casual jest, resuming her conversation and moving on with the presentation of her assignment.

"Prim. Go back..."

Thinking it was just her imagination, Prim shrugged off the whisper that she thought came from the leaves of the trees.

"It's a trap..."

***

The more Prim strays her way from the road, the more she feels like she's carrying twice her weight.

According to her camera she's been filming for thirty minutes and as raw as she could film her footage, the more she's losing her patience because Persi is still missing.

The fog thickens as if there were eyes lurking in the dark.

The breathing of the trees became short and hallowed.

For some unknown reason, she feels like walking on a different dimension. And as soon as she hears the voices from the shadows speaking of a dead language, her vision starts to play tricks on her. Unveiling her deepest darkest secrets that collide with her illusion and reality.

The silhouette of the trees slowly embodies a shadowy figure from a chant of a distant prayer.

"Go away! Stop!" Primrose shakes her head running away from it, "No, I didn't do it!" her conscience was filled with her own lies. "It's not my fault!" she bawled in submission.

"You did it! You made a deal! You're bound to me!" the voice from the shadowy figure growled hungrily, "You have to pay part of the deal!"

Prim covers her eyes and ears as her own demon crawls back from the depths of the earth like a rotten corpse wanting to be set free.

"No! I did not kill Lily!"

"Oh yes, you did! Admit it! You wanted her dead because you wanted him for yourself! You killed her because you're jealous, sad, and insecure! Pathetic!"

"You have the power to silence him, Prim." that soft distant, yet familiar voice whispers her name as if its existence was hanging by a thread, "Don't believe in him, Prim. You're walking to a trap..."

"Where are you?" Prim tries to run towards that soft voice. "Who are you?"

"No more time. Run away. Save yourself."

Prim desperately clings on to that one voice until she sees Lily's face looking back at her with apologetic eyes.

"Oh Lily. . . I'm so sorry. . ."

"No, Prim. It wasn't your fault. He got me! He trapped me! I didn't listen. You know better. Now, you have to listen... listen to your own voice...This is a tra..."

Before Prim could react a sudden force pulled her from the terrain where she thought she's drowning from her own fantasy and reality.

"Prim, are you okay?" there is Persi, looking at her worriedly with both hands on her shoulders, "What happened?"

"Persi. . ." tears envelop her eyes as she turns to his chest and cries.

"You got me worried, Prim. What happened?"

"I- I am sorry..." Prim's guilt starts to overtake her emotions, I should have told you..."

"Told me what?" Persi pushed her a little to see Primrose's eyes.

"What happened to Lily. . . is my fault. . ."

"What?" He steps back, looking how Prim succumbs to her own greed and guilt.

"I want you for myself. Yes! I wished her dead for you and me to be together. I waited for you. I wanted to be with you until the end. But instead, she took you away from me." Prim cries her heart out, until everything falls into place, "I wanted her dead... but I didn't want her to die..."

'Listen to your own voice. This is a trap.'

Prim remembered Lily's words, yet it is too late when she realizes that she made a huge mistake.

Using the face of her Persimmon, she witnessed how his gentle eyes turned crimson red, "Celebrate, follower of Greed. For I'll surely feast on your rotten soul."

Prim found herself kneeling at the center of the pentagram, made of fuel and fire.

"Please tell me that this is just an act." tears start to run down her cheek.

"No. This is very raw and unscripted, just as you wanted." He pointed to the camera that he arranged, "Come on say 'hi'."

"Persi. . . please tell me why. . .?"

He chuckled ominously, tracing his hand on her face, "Thank you for letting me win, Prim."

"Wha. . .what. . . ?"

"That's the last message I sent you."