That's Just LuckPricilla pranced around set, updating her social media, checking other things on her device as well. She bounced into her trailer, the lightbulbs around the dressing table mirror lit the small space. Pricilla walked to the small closet in the room and wrapped her perfectly manicured hand around the handle and pulled it open. To her surprise, her costume that she needed for her next scene was gone, accompanying the disappearance of her other clothes. Instead of what she needed, the dress in the closet was something she drooled over. A blush-color Victorian era dress, with a pearl belt. The skirt portion of the dress was silk, while the top was a fine cotton fabric with thin straps, leaving an open shoulder, with the rest of the blush-colored sleeves lacy and delicate. She noticed there was a pink-pearl necklace draped around the hanger. Pricilla squealed in delight, but then noticed the note that fluttered to her feet. She picked it up, and began to read it:
Dearest Pricilla, You have been invited to a grand ball, unlike any other. It will be exciting, elegant, and perhaps… electrifying at some times. I am aware of the twenty-first century fashions… and have provided appropriate attire for your visit. This event will be held Friday, July 14th, from 6:00-10:00, at Florentine Mansion. Transportation will be provided. Sincerely, C “C, who is C?’ Pricilla thought. “No Matter” She dismissed the question and held the dress up beside her body. She decided it would fit. She began to admire the dress once again, re-reading the strange note over again many more in her head. Pricilla couldn't decipher the message, and decided to ignore it for the time being. A knock at the door disrupted her train of thought. “Yes?” Pricilla said. A person cracked the door and peeked her head inside. Pricilla recognised the person as Carmen, her best friend on set. “Carmen!” Pricilla exclaimed, standing to go hug her friend. “Pricilla!” Carmen replied. They embraced, then sat down on the small couch in the trailer. “So Pricilla, I was wondering if you got something like this.” Carmen explained, gesturing to a dress and note Pricilla hadn’t noticed. It was a metallic dark teal, with black lace accenting the neckline, cuffs, and almost a water of the material down the poofy skirt. All in all, it was quite elegant. “I got one too!” Pricilla got up and rushed to her dress, which she had laid over a chair. She held it up for Carmen to see. “I wonder if anyone else got invitations and outfits.” Carmen said. “Do you want me to text our group?” “Yeah.” Pricilla responded simply. Carmen picked up her phone and began tapping wilding. Soon, Pricilla felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Carmen: did u guys get a outfit w/ a note or smh???? Pricilla: yeah Frank: yup Pricilla: rly? Frank: yeah “Frank got invited.” Pricilla said. She then felt her phone buzz again. Mikey: yep “And so did Mikey.” Carmen said. No one else replied to her message, so the rest of the people attending would be a surprise. The next day was the 14th, so at 4:30 Pricilla began to get ready. She was right, her dress did fit. She also found that there some blush-pink high-heels in the closet that she didn’t notice. Pricilla donned the dress and shoes, as well as the jewelry. At precisely 6:00 pm a gothic Victorian era carriage pulled up to Pricilla’s home. Thankfully, she was ready. She boarded the carriage and sat down on the black cushioned seat. The black stallion pulling the carriage galloped off. After we began our journey, Pricilla seemed to fall into a deep sleep, leaving her memory confused, seeming as she didn’t remember the journey. The driver of the carriage opened the door and bowed as she stepped out. Her shoes made a soft click-clack as walked to the entrance of Florentine Mansion. She positioned her hand, ready to knock when the door just... opened on it’s own. Pricilla paid it no mind as she stepped inside. There she saw Carmen, Mikey, and Frank with the addition of Addison, Ray Hunter, and Violet. “Hey.” Addison said shyly. Pricilla knew her, she really nice, but also quite shy. Pricilla waved to her response. “What’d you think about those… other people…” Frank said. Pricilla hadn’t noticed the other people, though they wore masquerade masks. They danced to soft piano music, played by another masqueraded male. Pricilla turned away from the unknown back to her friends. “So ummmm… is this C person supposed to come?” Mikey asked, slightly biting his lip. “Well, I’m already here!” A strange, deep, female voice said. She descended down the staircase near the back of the ballroom. Her dress was a silky black, with almost… a black mist trailing behind her feet. Pricilla dismissed it, just like the other strange things that had happened to her recently. “I’m you’re C person.” She said, heading to the group. Pricilla internally panicked as the strange woman came towards her. She shoved the feeling down and plastered a smile on her face. “Hello, I’m Pr-” Pricilla got cut off by C. “Pricilla.” She extended her hand. That gesture seemed so familiar… ‘’Déjà vu’ Pricilla thought. “Go on! Mix, mingle, whatever you huma- PEOPLE! Do…” C seemed on-edge and nervous with that sentence. The group dispersed into the crowd, Violet and Mikey staying close, everyone else going separately. Pricilla ended up dancing with a masked man. It’s summer in Los Angeles, and this man is wearing long sleeves. It was a long time until C called for dinner. When our small clique walk into the dining room, the other guests looked… strange, like they were going to eat them. “And the main course has arrived.” The masked man that Pricilla danced with, Jonathan, said. “Excuse me?” Addison questioned. “Oh, sorry for not explaining… we’re going to eat you.” Jonathan replied. They stood, then prowled towards them. The others arched their backs, as they’re forms twisted into a thick, black, mist. It began to swirl around them like a tornado, rattling the golden utensils. “Bye!” Violet said, kicking off her heeled boots, grabbing them, and cutting through the mist. She ran, but that action was soon followed by many curses. Then there was a scream, and silence. C walked into the dining room, whistling. The mist grew thicker, and we decided to only way out for the moment was Violet’s idea. We ran, only to see Violet, hanging from and ornamental chandelier, with a cloth tied over face. It seemed she had been sedated, to hang there for hours, possibly days. Someone ran under the chandelier, but then, it collapsed. The person, Mikey, sprinted back, making it out alive. We realized that it was a dummy. Just a distraction. We started to run down a hallway, a long, never-ending, twisting hallway. The mist was following us, chanting in many voices:”We’re hungry!” Then it seemed to derail, flying upwards, through the ceiling. Then, in a high pitched voice, we heard: “Terribly sorry about that! It won’t happen again!” The voice was very childish. Then, Pricilla screamed collapsing on her knees, with a trail of dark blood running from her nose. “I’M SORRY CAT!” She shrieked. The blood stopped flowing from Pricilla’s nose, and she started sobbing. She had told them about Cat, the girl she had ruthlessly bullied, who tried to ruin her life. When in reality Pricilla had ruined Cat’s life. “I-i’m sorry-y C-cat-t” She trembled as she spoke. The others were shocked about what they just witnessed. If things could get any worse, they were standing on a trap door. It fell open, and they dropped down into the dark. SPLASH! They plunged into the water, the icy liquid stinging their bodies. Pricilla swam up. Taking a much needed breath,she swam to the shore, only to see it was a poolside. She gripped it and swung herself up. Everyone else was not surfacing. “Oh, don’t worry about them. Their fine, trust me!” The childish voice said once more. “N-no.” Pricilla stuttered fearfully. She bit her lip, and glanced back at the pool. “Don’t worry about them, Pricilla! Come with me and we can have some fun!” The childish voice said. All of a sudden, a geiser of water rose up and shot Pricilla in the back, forcefully pushing her to a tiled wall. A panel suddenly slid to the side, letting her into a dark, dank dungeon, with Violet sitting there, eating a kit-kat, talking too C. “There you are Pricilla! You’re the second one to get here!” said C cheerfully. “What?” Pricilla said, very confused. “Where are we?” “On set, duh.” said Violet, chomping on her chocolate bar. The dungeon morphed into a dressing trailer, more specifically Pricilla’s dressing trailer. “W-what?” Pricilla said, taking a seat on the small sofa in the trailer. “Morph Magic, duh.” Violet said. It was strange, that… Morph Magic thing. The scene constantly shifted, from a dentist’s office to a submarine. The rest of Pricilla’s friends slowly joined them. The entire experience was scary. But then, Pricilla recognized C. The girl she poisoned back in high school for the lead role in the school play, bullied and shoved. “Cat…” Pricilla said. “Pricilla.” C...Cat, responded sourly. “I am so sorry… I-” Pricilla got cut off by Cat. “Spare me your fake, plastic apologies. I hate you, you hate me, I’m trying to get revenge on you, don’t dramatize the situation.” Just as Cat said this, something ticked inside Pricilla. Almost like uncapping a bottle, a crack, and then so many memories leaked into her mind. |