Horror movies often take place in a large empty house. Dusk is setting over the horizon as the clock ticks later. Suspense builds in the uncertainty and the victims question their loyalties.
"She's going to kill us," I whispered.
"There's a crazy look in her eyes," Cearra whispered back.
We edged further into the entryway and the front door slammed shut behind us. I jumped, and kept my eyes trained on Bianca. "Do you two want to direct this scene or can I take my shower?" Luke asked us, not participating in our melodrama.
Why isn't he seeing what we were seeing?
While we were weary after a long morning out, Bianca had spent all this time preparing. She had a motive and she stood eerily still in a sundress. The blackmailer. Right?
"Welcome back," she greeted us, "I think it's time we all had a little chat."