Haunting of Sorority Row, The Page #4

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and they were on my computer... I swear.

Help!

Help!

What's going on?

Rachel?

Rachel? Open the door!

Help! Help!

Open the door!

Rachel! What is going on?

Rachel!

What is going on?

Rachel!

Let us in.

Rachel!

Rachel?

Oh, my God...

Rachel.

I can't see anything wrong

with this water heater, ma'am.

Matter of fact, the temp gauge is

topped off at 110, and that's normal.

It ain't hot enough to

scald anybody.

I don't care. I want it replaced.

What are you still doing here?

The University wants us

out of the house by tomorrow night.

Everyone else is gone.

I have no way home until tomorrow.

My mom lives in New York.

Besides, I thought you would

want some company.

I still owe you one.

What happened to Rachel's photo?

I didn't want anyone more

upset than they already were.

Amanda's boyfriend called.

She never showed up at his dorm.

It won't end until

the four of us are dead.

Leslie, if you know

who's doing this, call the police.

We swore an oath.

You wouldn't understand.

Only a sorority sister would

understand an oath like that.

What do you mean?

Three of four?

Yes. And?

I don't believe in ghosts.

I'm not leaving.

Okay.

So, where are you going to live,

then?

I don't know. A dorm, I guess,

till the University says

the house is safe.

I don't know, some of the girls

dropped out for good.

I don't blame 'em.

I'd be freaked out too if something

like that happened at our house.

What do you know about the girl

who dropped out last year?

Jena Thorne?

Just rumors.

After the police came around

and started asking questions,

there was talk.

What kind of talk?

About hazing rituals.

Secret, like all of ours.

Somebody told me

she had a nervous breakdown.

And no one ever suspected?

Suspected what?

I don't know, that maybe it was

more than just a nervous breakdown?

Like what?

Like, what if she died?

No, no way. From what I heard,

she was already a little

unbalanced to begin with.

What if something happened,

and only a few people knew about it?

And what if Jena Thorne

has come back?

Back from where?

The dead.

Don't laugh at me, all right?

I mean,

I don't believe in this stuff either,

but there's something in that house.

What if there is

such a thing as ghosts?

What? Are you serious?

Look, Sam, Yeah,

there's been some bizarre stuff

going on lately, but it's all just...

Just what?

Coincidence. Look, you've got

an alumnus who offed herself.

That's pretty cut and dry,

and a 100-year-old house

with bad plumbing.

The maintenance guy

said there is no... no way

that it could have

scalded her that bad.

Well, maybe...

And how come

it gets freezing cold in the house

every night at 2:00

in the morning?

And the photos?

I keep hearing these noises, whispers...

Whoa, whoa.

Sam, you're hearing voices now?

Look, college is hard enough

without Hell Week.

It's your first time away from home,

new friends,

breaking up with

your high school boyfriend,

and then you throw in all these

freak accidents, that's a lot of stress.

Am I right?

Maybe.

Well, let's hope so.

I mean, a haunted house?

An avenging ghost

on a killing spree?

You really want to

join a sorority like that?

I guarantee you

there's nothing in that place.

Come on, I'll walk you home.

I promise.

Leslie's not really functioning.

I don't want to be alone.

This is me.

That's my side.

Sorry. She's Felix, I'm Oscar.

Isn't that the other way around?

Oh, yeah.

That's weird

she left her schoolbooks here.

Is that your mom?

Yeah, I miss her.

It's the first time I've been

away from home this long.

I could not wait to leave home.

Oh, me too.

Trust me, I was way ready,

but we're still close, you know.

My dad died when I was nine,

so she had to work day and night

to take care of my brother and me.

Sorry about your dad.

Yeah, it always made my mom

a little over-protective, you know?

She was so worried

when I left for school,

but now with all this...

She's never going to let me

out of the house again.

I told you,

nothing's going to happen.

Are you cold?

No.

Well, you're shaking.

Just a little nervous, I guess.

If you don't want to do anything,

that's totally cool.

What frat are you from?

Well... you do realize

I'll probably have to make up

something pretty impressive.

Yeah. Do they know

you like the theater?

No.

Do you have a girlfriend?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Jane! I thought you went home.

I thought you did too.

Hey.

Um...

Oh, right on.

This is Spencer.

Yeah... I remember you drooling

about him the other night.

This is Jane.

Hi, Jane.

Hey, that's cool.

I... I just forgot a few of my things,

but I'll get them in the morning.

Plenty of empty beds tonight.

I'll see you two primates later.

I am so embarrassed.

Don't worry about it.

My roommate gets it on with

his girlfriend when I'm in the room.

You're kidding.

I wish I was.

I know.

Since when does a clock chime

at 2:
12 in the morning?

Make it stop!

Stop it!

I'm trying!

You guys...

Amanda...

And that's you.

Look, the girl

was a victim of a bad prank.

That doesn't mean she's back to

kill you with a meat hook.

Like I said before,

it's all just coincidence.

It was more than just

a nervous breakdown, wasn't it?

We swore an oath...

The hell with your oath!

What does it matter?

It was an accident.

All the other girls are dead.

What happened to her?

She died.

It was an accident.

Tell us what happened.

What does it matter now?

Tell us.

Yes, I want to hear.

It was her turn to sleep in the coffin.

Two of the girls had already done it.

Everyone's done it.

One night, six hours.

No big deal.

When she saw the coffin,

she had a panic attack.

Don't make me do that! No!

She told us she was claustrophobic,

and was on medication for it...

No! No! No!

But we forced her in anyway...

...told her she needed to

face her fears.

She was screaming

and pleading for so long,

and then it just stopped.

We thought everything was fine.

When we went back up to the attic

in the morning, she was dead.

She had been frightened to death.

We didn't know what to do.

It was Nikki who kept her head.

It was her idea.

We hid the body in the basement

and waited until dark.

We knew our lives

would be ruined.

Everything. Careers, families,

it would have been over.

So we buried her...

outside in the woods.

So if she's dead,

then who's trying to kill you?

She is.

Come on.

Nikki would never

have killed herself,

and explain to me how Rachel

is burned to death in the shower,

and-and what's happened to Amanda?

What time did

that clock start to chime?

What time is it always freezing

cold in the house?

Jena Thorne stopped screaming.

Then it's probably somebody else.

Maybe her ex-boyfriend,

but it's not a ghost!

It's her!

She is dead!

Shut up!

Both of you.

It's over. Call the police.

I can't.

Either you call or I will.

You stand a much better chance

if you volunteer the information.

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