Chapter seventy-five:

Taylor unlocked the front door to the house.

The sun had set less than an hour before, and he and Jenna were the first ones to arrive from the hotel.

He held the door open for Jenna, who stepped inside and dropped her bags on the floor, the sound echoing throughout the house.

“Welcome to the ‘House on Haunted Hill’.” She muttered under her breath.

“Don’t call it that.” Taylor half-smiled at the clever title.
Jenna shrugged, and looked up at the wall which had been thoroughly cleaned and freshly painted, and the windows had been replaced.

“Come on, Jen.” He attempted to lead her away. “It will be easier to forget about it if you don’t dwell on it.”

“It’s kind of hard not to.”

“I know… look, why don’t I help you bring your bags upstairs and maybe we can do something to get our minds off it.”

“Like what? We’re not allowed to leave ‘The Bates Motel’, remember?” She asked with a slight sarcasm.

He sighed. “I know. It sucks.”

“Well, then why don’t you go out, hmm? You could go clubbing, maybe meet a few girls, get some action? I’ll be fine here by myself-“ She attempted.

“No way. You know I’d get in shit for that. Look, why don’t we break in the pool table? You can beat me at pool a few times.”

“No, that’s way too easy.”

He laughed. “You’re sure? I’ve been practicing…”

“Alright. If you think you can beat me. Give me a minute?”

“Sure.” He locked the front door and made his way into the small room at the back of the house which had been set up into a game room, complete with a pool table.

He set up the balls, put an excess amount of chalk on his cue and waited ages for Jen. When she didn’t arrive, he set off to look for her, fearing she had attempted to escape.

He found her standing in the kitchen next to the main telephone in the house.

“Jen? You okay?”

She drew in a deep breath and sighed heavily. “Six messages, none of them are from Luke.”

“Was he supposed to call?”

Jen nodded slowly, clearly upset. “He promised he would.”

“Maybe you can call him…” He tested.

Jenna shook his head and smiled, putting on a show even he could tell was fabricated. “No, he’s probably just busy. I’m sure he’ll call. Come on; let me beat your skinny ass at pool.”

 

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