(hashtag)Horror Page #4

Don't worry.

Just tell me.

Much later that same night.

Ray Jamieson ended up

brutally killing

all of these people that

wouldn't leave his party.

Haven't you always

wanted to do that? I mean..

But he actually did.

That's really f***ing dark.

Anyway, his body vanished.

They never found him.

Supposedly he committed suicide

on this property, but..

They never found the body.

Wish I could leave tomorrow.

I wonder where Cat is.

She's such a case.

Her mom died last year. Duh.

I heard she OD'd

on painkillers.

Ones that Cat's dad gave her.

You're here.

Hi, Cat.

You really have

a lateness issue.

My mom always said.

It's better to make an entrance.

Your mom and like

a billion other people.

Cat, where'd you go

after lunch?

You weren't in school.

Did you cut class again?

I'm not letting you

borrow my homework.

I don't want

your homework, Francesca.

- No way. No way.

- Ew.

Whoa!

- No way.

- Hey, guys..

We get together.

We get together.

My God, we have so many.. Look,

how many likes we're gonna get.

Are you ready?- Okay, imagine

this with, like, sunglasses.

It's the beach,

with a lot of cute boys around.

That would be, like,

a perfect perfume commercial.

Oh, my God.

Sam, give it to me.

Guys, can someone

zip me up, please?

- Oh, my God.

- Oh..

- Whoa!

- Wow, Sophia.

- It's, like, the best one.

- You look so pretty.

Ready, smile.

Imagine you're on fashion

show. Okay, everybody line up.

Line up, line up, line up.

I'm matching your step.

- Go.

- Yeah, Sophia.

Whoo!

- Look at that outfit.

- Look at you in the mirror.

She's just jealous.

Guys, imagine these

in, like, really high heels.

Someone take a picture of me.

Stop. That's mean.

- Awesome.

- Awesome!

Take a picture

of us, kitty Cat.

I hate when you call me that.

Oh, please, just a quick one.

You all look stupid.

Oh, please,

you're just jealous.

And I really want a picture

of me and my besties.

Don't do it from there. Her mom

says that's for bad girls.

I still can't believe

how cool this place is.

I'm warming up to it. I think.

You know what

happened here, right?

I overheard your mom's friend

telling your mom

about this crazy artist

killer who used to live here.

Supposedly this place

is haunted by this guy.

Ray Jamieson's ghost.

He went crazy because

of an energy vortex

created by the 4 winds

converging on this property.

You're lying again.

The 4 winds?

That sounds like a fart.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Ray Jamieson is still considered

a missing person.

In 1968, Jamieson disappeared

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