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<div class="f-error-test-2"><h1>THREE MILE</h1></div>\ <p style="font-size: .75em;">This story is based on a real trip with my friends to a real haunted location. The names have all been changed to protect our identities. If you ever have a chance to drive along Three Mile, give it a chance. The United States has a lot of great haunted locations but even the simple ones like Three Mile can be fun with the right atmosphere and some friends.</p> CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Version 1.0 by fia glas. <a href="https://fiaglas.itch.io"><img src="img/fiaglas.png" style="height:50px;width:50px;border-radius:10px;"></a> [[Start]]

<<audio "theme_1" play loop volume 0>>\ <<audio "theme_1" fadeoverto .75 5>>\ <<nobr>>\ <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "It was in the summer of 2016 when my friends and I decided to go on a trip to Three Mile. It was an old road left mostly out of use in the middle of nowhere in Idaho." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Zach, Kristy, Charlie, Gina, and I decided we were going to cram into Zach's car and make a night of it. We had gone to haunted locations before: Dusty Hollow, Thirteen Graves, the usual. So, it wasn't too out of our comfort zone to give any a try." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Zach had this all too obvious crush on Kristy, probably exacerbated by how handsy of a couple Charlie and Gina tended to be. You could always feel this desperate need for affection emanating from Zach." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I guess I could understand it somewhat, I was single at the time too. For me it wasn't as big of a deal, I had just gotten out of a controlling relationship that had left me pretty drained in general. My friends (and our trips especially) were my way of experiencing natural, healthy relationships." t8n>> <<linkreplace "However controlled I felt while dating was how controlled Zach seemed to feel by just being around Kristy. His whole demeanor would change. His sense of humor would change. And I would be stuck watching her bored eyes roll through each of his sentences." t8n>> [[I guess I didn't care for her too much, but she was okay. I couldn't figure out why she came on our trips though. She never seemed to have a good time.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<timed .2s t8n>>\ <<linkreplace "When Zach pulled up in his car, we got to talking about the plan. I lived the closest to him so he'd usually pick me up on our way to the others. It was nice since we were usually the ones making the schedule for the night." t8n>><<linkreplace "It was pretty simple horror legend: drive to the end of Three Mile Road in the middle of the night, turn around when you reach the end of the road, turn your lights off and slowly creep back to the main road." t8n>><<linkreplace "Of course it was full of all the usual warnings. We weren't supposed to leave our car, pick up anybody, turn on the radio, or drive over 20 mph. I guess when you drive back you're supposed to be transported to a different place and those three miles will actually take a full hour." t8n>><<linkreplace "It was getting colder out this time of year. It was nearing the full blanket of snow that doesn't leave until February, so we were excited to try a haunting that let us have the comfort of a heater." t8n>><<linkreplace "After we made our mock plan based on what we knew and what we read on the internet, Zach started asking me questions about how I was doing. It was different than our usual talks, where we'd just joke through everything." t8n>>"So how have you been holding up?" Zach asked. "It was... I dunno man, just really weird to see you lose your cool like that. You're usually so grounded. I know it was weird with what's-her-name but you seemed to be really affected by it...<<timed 6s t8n>> What was her name?" [[Jenny]] [[Amber->Jenny]] [[I don't want to talk about it.->Jenny]] <</timed>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>>

<<timed 2.2s>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<audio "error4" play>>\ <</timed>>\ <<timed 5.3s>>\ <<audio "error3" play>>\ <</timed>>\ <<timed .2s t8n>>\ "It was Jenny." I said it with a spit. Jenny had really ruined my life at the time. She was the kind of controlling person who would slowly worm her way into your brain. <<nobr>> <p style="font-size: 75%; color: #F95300;"> <<timed 2s>> <<timed .12s t8n>> She would never let anything go. <<next>>Everything had to be by her rules and only her rules. <<next>>Everything I did was subject to scrutiny. <<next>>Everything. <<next>>So many times I tried <<next>>to get us to communicate like two normal people, <<next>>but that was never enough. <<next>>She had this insatiable urge to make everything about her <<next>>and her feelings. <<next>>It wasn't enough to just say you were sorry and move on. <<next>>You'd have to stop everything and lay on your hands and knees <<next>>and apologize. <<next>>I just wanted to have a normal, <<next>>fun <<next>>relationship while I was young, <<next>>not get suffocated on my deathbed by <<next>>someone <<next>>who <<next>>didn't <<next>>even <<next>>know <<next>>how to functionally love. <<next>>I could never bring myself to church <<next>>after everything fell apart with my family <<next>>but I found myself praying everyday that today, <<next>>today would be the day I could do everything right, <<next>>just something right for once. <<next>>But it was always unanswered. <<next>>There Jenny would be, <<next>>crying, <<next>>screaming, <<next>>on the other side of the door. <<next>>In my worst moments, I wanted her to just go through with it <<next>>and really kill herself. <<next>>It wasn't fair to me or anyone else that she could just keep dictating my entire life to me. <<next>>I was a good person. <<next>>I was at least not a bad person. <<next>>But I could have been a murderer if I felt her tears drying on my body one more time. <<next>>One more sleepless night spent comforting her when I hadn't done or said anything at all. <<next>>It wasn't fair. </span> <<next>> <<goto "Jenny 2">> <</timed>> <</timed>> </p> <</nobr>> <</timed>>

<<timed 2s>>\ <<audio "theme_1" fadeoverto .75 2>>\ <</timed>>\ <<timed 2s t8n>>\ <<nobr>> <<linkreplace "\"It was Jenny.\" I said it with a wistful sadness. Jenny had kind of ruined things for me at the time. She was the kind of controlling person who would slowly worm her way into your brain. I was better off without her. Zach didn't seem to have any kind of follow-up." t8n>> <<linkreplace "He was never really good with emotions that weren't his own. But it was nice of him to check on me." t8n>> <<linkreplace "In the middle of the somewhat awkward silence we arrived at Charlie's place. Gina was in process of moving in and they were both at that tenuous place where they had to decide how serious it all was going to be." t8n>> <<linkreplace "In the end, the relationship was more physical than anything else. It was kind of sad when they finally did break up. It was a huge crack in our group of friends. I found my calls getting ignored as time went on." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I guess it wasn't their fault. It was just hard for all of us to balance our friendship between each of them and so after a while we all gave up. But this trip was still before all that, when we all were still good friends." t8n>> <<linkreplace "It was a time I didn't think I'd be all that nostalgic about at the time. When our little friendship was still intact." t8n>> [[When we were all still intact. At least on the outside.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</nobr>> <</timed>>

<<timed .1s>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume 0>>\ <<next>>\ <<audio "theme_1" volume .75>>\ <</timed>>\ <<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> It was out of the norm, but Chelsea was <</timed>> <<timed 1.25s t8n>> <<goto [[Chelsea 2]]>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s>> <<linkreplace "It was out of the norm, but Kristy was already there at their apartment. She seemed her usual self, something had put her into a bad mood alread. Zach was quick to try and help her out. To give him some credit, he managed alright." t8n>> <<linkreplace "We all piled in the car. Zach driving. Kristy riding shotgun. Charlie, Gina, and I stuffed into the back row. I was behind Zach giving him directions. We were on the highway." t8n>> <<linkreplace "One thing that was always cool about living in the middle of nowhere was the pulse of streetlights on the highway. The flat expanse stretched out and you could almost swear you weren't moving at all if it weren't for that pulse. It was the heartbeat of the journey." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I guess it sounds overly-romantic but it's just something I thought of while telling this story. It's one of those things you never think you'd miss until it's gone. Until you have to leave all the people you know and start over." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Anyway." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Once we got off the highway it was just the glow of our phones rotating a moment on the aux cable. Each of us trying to blast our favorite songs the longest, but each song got someone else to want to show another they thought of." t8n>> <<linkreplace "We were all talking anyway, about god-knows-what. It was all so fun, so carefree. We were trying to get each other scared for Three Mile, but it would all get shattered by a joke and a laugh." t8n>> [[When we finally arrived to Three Mile Rd and started making our way down was when things started to feel more serious.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<audio "lush" play loop volume 0>>\ <<audio "lush" fadeoverto 4 .25>>\ <<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "The road was sparse with no visible houses. Brush and trees confined the view to just the road. Driving to the end took no time at all and the end was like the road was just clipped off by nature." t8n>> <<linkreplace "There wasn't much to it at all. It took some manuvering to even get the car turned around given how narrow the road was. Zach managed it just fine though." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Zach shut off the radio and turned his headlights off. We had only the orange glow of his running lights on the outside and the eerie pale green from the dashboard inside. I spoke up." t8n>> <<linkreplace "\"Three Mile is a road that is exactly three miles long. However, they say that in the middle of the night if you drive to the end turn around and drive back without your lights, it gets much, much longer.\"" t8n>> <<linkreplace "\"At some point halfway through the drive you are transported to the //spirit world// and it takes a while for you to get back to where you started.\"" t8n>> <<linkreplace "\"It's important that we all make sure to never leave the car, don't turn on the radio, and don't pick anyone up. We can't be entirely sure when we've entered the //spirit world// and what kind of... //entities// we'd find or would find us...\"" t8n>> <<linkreplace "I always found it fun to be the narrator for these kinds of things, to set the mood. It's really the story that makes the place and gives it a character. How many times has this road been driven without the horror context." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Without the allure of a good story, things just become mundane and dead. Ouija boards just become a board game, dolls are just toys, even people lose some of that magical human quality if I'm being honest." t8n>> <<linkreplace "This was before I would write proper stories of my own, but I just wanted to mention that this was a major part that always attracted me to these trips. It was a chance for me to set the mood for my friends, give the right atmosphere. It was a way for me to control the outcome of the night in my own little way. I liked it." t8n>> [[After my introduction, Zach slowly started idling back to the start of the road. There was a hushed anticipation, as much as we could have one from the quick tonal change. We all seemed to be having a good time with it. We were all letting outselves get swept up in the mood of it.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "The dull orange glow of the running lights gave the brush an eerie paleness. The darkness made the road even more confining and the silence made the transportation to another world feel real." t8n>> <<linkreplace "It was in the slow, creeping quiet that it began to snow. Even though it was just snow and it was in season, the large flakes hitting the car had us all convinced it really was a different world." t8n>> <<linkreplace "It was in the cloud of flakes that the house on the side of the road sprang up from nothing. None of us could remember it from the drive in." t8n>> <<linkreplace "It was a white two-story house, like a giant box. It peeked through the trees like a voyeur. A light was on through a window on the second floor. Zach flooded the road behind us with brakelights and we slowed to a stop." t8n>> <<linkreplace "We looked at each other afraid to say anything. Under any other circumstance this wouldn't mean much, but everything had us convinced that reality wasn't quite what we thought it was." t8n>> [[Zach unlocked his door and started reaching for the handle.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Charlie stopped him, reaching across the car completely." t8n>> <<linkreplace "\"What are you doing? We're not supposed to leave, dude.\"" t8n>> <<linkreplace "We were all concerned, enraptured by the increasing dreaminess of the situation." t8n>> [[The moment Zach was going to let it go and move on, the front door of the house slowly swung open. A woman was there. Watching us. In a thin white dress, her hair billowing in the wind. It didn't feel real.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<timed .2s t8n>>\ <<linkreplace "..." t8n>>\ <<linkreplace "No. That wasn't what happened." t8n>>\ I stayed in the car. [[Stay in the car]] [[Go after Zach->Go after Zach 2]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "It seemed wrong to leave. Something was off about the whole ordeal and all we had to go on was the small information from the start. Staying in the car was the logical thing to do in an unknown circumstance." t8n>> <<linkreplace "We all started to lose our heads a little as Zach made his way towards the house. It just seemed wrong, all of it. No one knew what to do. Charlie and Kristy bolted out their doors after him." t8n>> [[Gina and I sat dumbfounded in the backseat, unsure of what we were supposed to do.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<timed .2s t8n>>\ Zach was out of the car, the door left ajar before any of us could react. We didn't know what to do. It felt dangerous. [[Go after Zach]] [[Stay in the car]] <</timed>>

<<timed .2s t8n>>\ Gina looked at me expectantly. She ushered me to the driver's seat. I was crawling awkwardly through the space between the front seats. As I squirmed through I saw Zach reach the porch, seeming to talk to the woman who stood happily in the cold wind. [[Honk the horn]] [[Drive away]] <</timed>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "..." t8n>> <<linkreplace "At the time, I didn't think of it. I just sat in the car watching my friend get closer and closer to danger." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I can't be sure what the woman said to them, but I know she warned them about me." t8n>> <<linkreplace "That she said something about me. I could feel it. It all changed after Three Mile. Our group of friends." t8n>> [[What I would give to be able to listen in on that conversation.->listen]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "I wish I had. I wish I had just driven away, Gina in tow." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Gina was always the better of our group. I was forced into taking Charlie's side after the breakup. Zach was my closest friend but I think he saw Charlie as his real friend." t8n>> <<linkreplace "So I had to throw away any chance of friendship or more I had with Gina to keep what close friends I had. Not that it mattered anyway." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Whatever that woman in white was whispering to them that night made them turn against me. Whatever happened in that space between reality and not was out of my control. My story was out of my hands." t8n>> [[But Gina and I driving off, safe, into the night. That was something that could have gone somewhere. Three Mile was a dead end that you could only take hours to go back on. Gina was a different journey altogether.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

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<<audio "loading" stop>>\ This story is my version of events when we went to Three Mile. I thought it was just reasonable that I could give my version of events before anyone made up their mind. It's a misunderstanding. I removed last names to prevent any harassment. Version 0.8 by fia glas [[Start->Start 2]] <div class="f-error-test"> <span class="error" title="I remember the woman speaking, what was she saying over and over again">Error: InitPassage not found. Loaded older version InitPassage.</span></div> <<script>> if (Save.slots.ok()) { Save.slots.save(0); } <</script>>

<<audio "theme_2" play loop volume 0>>\ <<audio "theme_2" fadeoverto 4 .75>>\ <<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "It was in the summer of 2016 when my friends and I decided to go on a trip to Three Mile. It was an old road left mostly out of use in the middle of nowhere in Oregon." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Brad, Chelsea, Peter, Tina, and I decided we were going to cram into my car and make a night of it. Brad and I convinced them to come to some abandoned places before. The fact that we weren't trespassing on private property was a major plus." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Brad and I had recently hit a rough patch. Both of us seemed to have a thing for Chelsea. We both wanted her but didn't want to completely trash our friendship for it." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Brad could never manage a relationship right. He wasn't present enough for them, couldn't get in their head to really understand them and foster the right kind of non-verbal communication. I felt bad that he was so lonely, but I didn't want to lose my only connection with her when he screwed up the relationship." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Not just that, but Amber had been going around saying things about me. Things that weren't true. I wanted to prove to Chelsea that I wasn't that way before the rumors entrenched too deep." t8n>> [[This was a chance for Brad and I to get back to normal. It was a way to strengthen our friendship back to a kind of default. I didn't want him to resent me for my inevitable relationship with Chelsea.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

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<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Brad was the nearest to me so it was easy to get him in the car alone. Easy to get a chance to talk before everyone else gummed up the wheels." t8n>> <<linkreplace "He sat silently in the passenger seat, looking at me and back out the window. He had a fidgeting that made it seem he had something to say, but he was never confident enough to say. Especially to me." t8n>> <<linkreplace "The heater in my car didn't work well. It would always flood the car with an awful smell, like roadkill mixed with vomit. The desperate crinkling of our jackets almost made me turn it on for some kind of white noise to drown it out." t8n>> [[But then Brad spoke up.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<timed .2s t8n>>\ "I didn't want to say anything about it, I know it's probably different than what I heard. But Amber was saying some things about what happened between you guys. But if she wanted to go... You'd just let her right? You wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to right?" <</timed>>\ <<timed 4s t8n>>\ <<audio "long_error" play>>\ <div class="choice-mixup"> <p style="font-size: 65%;">\ <<timed .3s t8n>>\ [[Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[Is this a joke?->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[Did she put you up to this?->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I would never.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I'm honestly disgusted you have to ask.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[What would you do if someone was trying to ruin everything?->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[After everything I did for her?->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[She's just crazy. Simple as that.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[It would mean a lot to me if you just stopped talking to her.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[She's under a lot of stress, she made things really weird for all of us.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[To be honest, I'm just trying to move on.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[Don't ever come at me with this shit again, seriously.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[Amber doesn't know what she wants. She just makes that everyone else's fault.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I'd expect you to have my back first, man.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[Why don't you just be friends with Amber then, if you're going to take her word like gospel like this.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I wish I could help her, I really do. But she's got problems that someone professional needs to help her with.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I don't really want to talk about it, emotions are too high right now.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[You know me man, does that really sound like me? Honestly. Tell me.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[Someday I think we'll be able to figure out how this all fell apart, but for now I'm just trying to get through my day-to-day.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I would never do something to hurt somebody, I think I just cared too much.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ [[I didn't do anything wrong, I just got swept up in her life too much. In the future I'm going to keep my distance.->Of course not]] <<next>>\ <<audio "long_error" stop>>\ [[Girls, man. Crazy.->Of course not]] <</timed>> </p> </div> <</timed>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Despite the frustration and anger inside of me, I was able to cop a casual shake of my head. It was enough for Brad to let it go." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I didn't know what Amber wanted out of playing this game. I had the good sense not to air all the dirty laundry between us but being that nice about it was making it easier for her to push me around." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Brad and I sat together silently in the car until we made it to Peter and Tina's. They had just moved in together and it was going poorly from what I had heard. Tina and Peter didn't seem able to agree on much of anything in their shared space." t8n>> [[Chelsea was already there, but she hung out in Tina's room when we walked in. She could be antisocial sometimes. More and more lately.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "She needed someone to help her feel more confident. Someone she could lean on. This was another way that Brad couldn't manage to make the relationship work." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Brad really couldn't get what other people were feeling. He could only speak about his own emotions with any kind of clarity. He wasn't able to look behind the eyes of people and get what they were really thinking." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I'm not saying I'm a mindreader or anything, but just that if you can't get into someone's head a little then you're setting yourself up for being controlled and guided everywhere. It isn't a smart way to do things." t8n>> [[Peter wasn't ready to go yet, he was still on hold with some bill or something he had to pay. We were stuck at his place until that was taken care of.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<timed .2s t8n>>\ I had some time to kill. [[Talk with Brad.]] [[Talk with Tina.]] [[Talk with Peter.]] [[Talk with Chelsea.]] <</timed>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "I sat down next to Brad on the couch. I gave him a smile that he didn't return and we zoned out on whatever was on the tv." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I could feel some of the ambivalance disapating into the white noise of regular interpersonal relationships. Brad was slipping into passivity, which was his usual reaction." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I stared into the television and could feel the world outside it disintegrating. It was hypnotic. The mass of colors and swirl of noises." t8n>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("TELEVISION"); Dialog.wiki("The people on the screen kept pouring their heart out, but it was completely insincere. I didn't feel anything behind their eyes when they said it. Maybe it was the lighting, the inebriation. But I was long suspecting that they might not be really human. Or fully human. Sometimes we were passing through the filters of reality and unreality and through that some //things// would slip through. I couldn't trust them just automatically. I had to keep testing their eyes, say something unexpected and check the reaction. After that it was controlling the reactions and from there it was all okay. Just keep it up and it would all turn out alright. There was a narrative flow to the relationships around me that just required using the right syntax and grammar so that I could properly narrate the outcomes."); Dialog.open(); <</script>> [[Chelsea didn't trust me just yet. Brad didn't understand her pain yet.->the drive]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Tina was always an attractive girl. She had a fun-loving shallowness that was always appealing but hard to get motivated by. We only knew each other through friend of a friend." t8n>> <<linkreplace "In our short time of knowing each other we got to be fast friends, something Peter never really liked. I could use her as both a means to learn more and complain about Chelsea. In an earlier time they might have been enemies who played nice for appearances." t8n>> [[We were old enough now that there wasn't a need for something so crude as that. We had the maturity to blend seemlessly through hating someone and befriending them.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Peter was busy on the phone." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I just got to see a view of his finger before he left me alone with no intention to let me follow." t8n>> [[I was bored->Peter wasn't ready to go yet, he was still on hold with some bill or something he had to pay. We were stuck at his place until that was taken care of.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Against my better judgement, I decided to go to the bedroom where Chelsea had holed up. It wasn't good for her to just sit on her own all the time." t8n>> <<linkreplace "I put my ear against the door to make sure I didn't hear anything coming from the room. I didn't want to get caught off-guard. I had already written a script of the converation in my head." t8n>> [[I opened the door and Chelsea's head rotated to meet my gaze. She was sitting upright on the mattress on the floor. Her body creating an unnatural right angle.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<nobr>> <<timed .5s>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help.Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed [[help->the drive]]. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>>Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>>Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>>Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>>Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>>Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <<next>> Tina told me about it after it happened. She thought Chelsea needed help. I said I'd help. <</timed>> <<timed 2s>> <<script>> Dialog.setup("HELP CHELSEA"); Dialog.wiki("tina told chelsea to come to me for help after it happened it was perfect"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

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<<audio "loading" stop>>\ <<audio "theme_2" fadeoverto 4 .75>>\ <<audio "lush_2" play loop volume 0>>\ <<audio "lush_2" fadeoverto 4 .25>>\ <<nobr>> <<timed .2s t8n>> <<linkreplace "Chelsea looked at me from the passenger seat as I turned off the headlights and began to let the car creep back from the dead end of Three Mile Rd." t8n>> <<linkreplace "She smiled in anticipation of the ride together. We were all quaking with a bit of excited anxiety. I could feel the other world calling us into it. Singing its own little song to us." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Flakes of snow began to fall down. With each flake reaching the windshield, I could feel the backseat stretching further and further back. The spine of the car cracking to adopt the new size. Chelsea kept smiling at me." t8n>> <<linkreplace "We were locked into each other's eyes as the back of the car felt dozens of feet away. The windows groaned under the stress but our smiles persisted." t8n>> <<linkreplace "Then the house rose up from the darkness. The bright white house. Light on in the second floor. Flat. The door cracked ever-so-slightly ajar." t8n>> [[I could make out the woman's head looking between the slit. Somehow my eyes drawn ever closer to it as I stayed fixed in the driver seat of the car. She was speaking. Her mouth was moving.]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> <</timed>> <</nobr>>

<<timed 1s t8n>>\ <<audio "theme_2" volume 0>>\ <<audio "long_error_2" play volume .5>>\ <<audio "ilikeyou" play>>\ <p style="color:#171717; background-color: #E7E4C4;">"I LIKE YOU."</p> <<next>>\ It was kind of strange to hear it flat out like that, like it wasn't quite real. <<next>>\ <<audio "iminlovewithyou" play>>\ <p style="color:#171717; background-color: #E7E4C4;">"I'M IN LOVE YOU."</p> <<next>>\ Her mouth flapped about, like she was saying something different but the sentences were definitely from her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on me. She wasn't blinking. <</timed>>\ <<timed 5s t8n>>\ <p style="font-size:75%;">My memory is hazy on the conversation. There was a detail here that I had that's gone now. The sentence is on the tip of my tongue. If I had more time to think about it maybe it would come to me. Chelsea was telling me about something. I think she was crying, but was she still sitting there? I think about it a lot, the way she looked before we left.</p> <<next>> <div class="f-error-test"><p style="color:#C02942; font-size: 80%; font-weight: bold;"> Maybe I keep mixing up the memory every time I try to describe it. Sometimes we only see what we want to and I could be mixing it up with some other time. There was that party that one night when I could almost reach her. After everything that night Tina told Chelsea that I was someone who could help her and I told Tina I was happy to help. Chelsea needed my help for all she was going through, no one could deny that.</p></div> <<next>> <<goto [[the drive]]>> <</timed>>

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<<timed 3s>>\ <<audio "loading" stop>>\ <</timed>>\ It wasn't fair of you guys to stop talking to me and not even let me try to defend myself. What Amber saw was a complete accident and she completely misinterpreted it. She had a vested interest in telling you guys that I was the worst person ever when really I was trying to help someone that night. Why did we even go to a party at her place when you knew how I felt and how it all fell apart? It's not even trying to find the truth of the situation, it's just being manipulative towards me. Version 0.5 by █████ ████ [[Start->Start 3]]

<<audio "complete" play loop volume 0>>\ <<audio "complete" fadeoverto 5 .5>>\ <<nobr>> <div class="wrong-way"><<typewriter "To be honest, Amber is probably the least honest person you could meet. She has her own baggage and weird mental issues that make her a spotty witness AT BEST. I'm not saying I'm always in the right or whatever, but I don't demand attention from everyone ALL THE TIME.">></div> <</nobr>>\ <video src="vid/driving.mp4" controls> </video> [[Continue->Continue 2]]

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Chelsea had the tendency to tell me everything <<link "on the phone">><<audio "phone_call" play>><</link>> and completely clam up in person. It was confusing and it never really gave me a clear idea of what she wanted. She didn't refuse any of my advances as long as it was advantageous for her, then when I thought everything was going alright I'd get a random call or text saying I was being 'weird' or 'creepy.' I had it all down already, the plan was already in place and she kept trying to change her role. I didn't appreciate it and none of you guys were willing to hear me out about it. You just shrugged acting like I just needed to take [[her word]] on it (her word HALF the time, that is).

<<linkreplace "Humans are story creatures. We thrive on hearing stories or telling ourselves stories about what we do and what we are. So it's only natural that someone would want to take control of that and give people the catharsis they obviously need. I could see my own ability to do that for you guys and instead of benevolent it was interpreted as some weird power-trip I was on.">><<nobr>><<script>> Dialog.setup("."); Dialog.wiki("Can anyone really say that Chelsea is so much more happy now? Sure, you guys changed numbers and I don't know where you live (because I don't want to know, I could find out if I just bothered to get back on my social media and asked the right people). But now that I'm out of the picture what have any of you even done?"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</nobr>> [[I saw that Chelsea and Brad don't even really talk anymore. Why? Because they dated and it didn't work out? Just like I said it wouldn't? You can think I'm an asshole and controlling but it's pretty shameful that I end up being right 99% of the time.]] <</linkreplace>>

<video src="vid/drink.mp4" controls> </video> [[Continue->Continue 3]]

Did Chelsea ever talk to a therapist about her depression? Not that I know of. ^^EDIT: I found out she did, but it didn't go anywhere beyond getting a prescription which is basically the same as nothing.^^ <p style="font-size: 75%;">When we all went to that house in the middle of nowhere, who's house even was it? Where did we even go that night? I can see the flat white front but I can't remember the street signs. The whole night felt like a mixed up dream. When you found us in the bathroom and assumed the worst. Who was it that threw me out? Why did no one even answer the phone? Why did I have to find out where Tina took Chelsea like some weird kind of stalker? I had to walk home in the snow. It was [[three miles]] before I even found a main road. By then, the slush had soaked into my shoes and I couldn't feel my feet.</p>

I just wanted to give my side of the story but it keeps getting mixed up. I have to keep practicing my writing. People keep saying I did something bad to Chelsea but I was just trying to nudge her along. We just needed a reason for me to be there for her. <<timed 3s t8n>> <<audio "white_noise" play loop>> [[If I just practice my writing some more, maybe you guys could hear me out.]] <</timed>>

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<<timed 6s>>\ <<audio "loading" stop>>\ <</timed>>\ <h3>Three Mile</h3> by fia glas. <a href="https://fiaglas.itch.io"><img src="img/fiaglas.png" style="height:50px;width:50px;border-radius:10px;"></a> A story made for <p style="color:white; font-size: 150%;">SCREAM SEASON 2018</p> Thanks for listening to my side of the story.

<<audio "complete" stop>>\ <video src="vid/cut.mp4" controls> </video> [[Continue->Continue 4]]

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