So. That happened.

Sunshine's back in safe territory. AKA, her room. She's just woken up and decided that a video would probably please her viewers — you know, just talking about her reaction to the events that took place. Because. Um. That was some footage, wasn't it?

Sunshine's more confused about Victoria than anything. For starters, how the hell did she get into Nolan's grandma's house? And second, how did she know they were there? How did she know how to stop Frederick? Then again, Victoria had prevented the demon from completely taking over her mother. Still. She hasn't seen Victoria since... well. The sighting was brief, but it was a sighting.

After that little 'Get out!' fiasco with Frederick the dead ghost, they'd booked it out of grandma's house and returned back home. Nolan... well, Sunshine has no idea where he went. He walked, presumably back to his... house...? Who knows.

On another note, Nolan's grandma was back in the house and confirmed that everything was good and dandy. Pretty solid and all that good stuff. Nolan's okay, too, aside from whatever lasting side effects might come from being choked and dragged down a hallway by a dead murderer.

He is acting a little strange, but he's fine, she thinks. He's gloating like crazy, since he was right about Sunshine being a Luiseach or whatever he calls it. Also, about grandma's house being haunted. Ugh. He's so obnoxious sometimes, but he's a friend, and she enjoys his company.

Nolan wants to do something else— go explore a haunted house or something of the sorts— and catch it on tape, so Sunshine supposes she's up for that. She just needs a little... personal time after the haunting they'd experienced.

Anyway. Everyone's good. She thinks. Yeah.
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Holy shit. Sunshine— heard Anna again. She was in the kitchen, baking some cupcakes, when she heard the girl clear as day.

"Be careful."

It was really weird, and Sunshine doesn't like that warning, considering last time Anna had confronted them, it had been at the hotel before her mother's possession.

It's also unnerving considering neither Sunshine or her mother have heard from Anna in months, so. Strange. It's gotta mean something. Maybe Nolan will know.
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"Hey guys. So. Nolan has something he wants to... say."

They're sitting at the dining room table. Nolan has a smirk on his face, his elbow slung across the kitchen counter. Sunshine is slightly confused and waiting for the inevitable— his gloating.

Nolan throws his hands out and purses his lips. "Well I've... never been one to gloat—"

Sunshine raises her eyebrows at the camera dubiously.

"you know, patter on," he dramatically continues, straightening up, "but I would just like to, um, make everyone aware, once again, that there's this— Luiseach thing, that's uh—" He sarcastically looks around, "—somethin' about it was... occurring and everyone was like, 'Hey, Nolan, you're crazy! Get out of our house.'"

Sunshine rolls her eyes and stares at his dramatic reenactments, nodding. Sure. Okay.

"And then," he narrates dramatically, turning to smile at the camera, "we went to my grandmother's house."

Sunshine is looking off to the side, lips grudgingly raising into the hint of a smile. He can't help but rub it in her face, can he?

"Well, what happened at my grandmother's, I don't remember, it's fuzzy.." He pushes his brows together and looks at her.

She smiles and skeptically says, "You don't remember?"

"Ah, man," he shakes his head, "what happened?"

"Way to rub it in."

"What happened?" He almost looks to be smiling, but it's not fully there.

"No, I'm sure you remember," she continues, grinning, waving her arm.

"Uh huh."

"I'm sure you do, yeah."

"Mm-hm. You know what happened?" He tilts his head at the camera. "Uh. A lot of bad stuff to me, first of all, that wasn't fun."

Sunshine snickers.

Nolan clears his throat. "Uh, but, but—" He raises a finger to the camera, "—as I recall, somebody uh, saved my life, right?" He side-eyes her.

She presses her lips together sarcastically. "No, I don't, mm-mm..."

"Don't you remember that? There was— okay, so, there was this— there was this time uh, when I was being choked by forces of the unseen—"

"Forces of the unseen," Sunshine echoes mockingly to the camera.

"And somebody said something like— Stop!" He moves forward and puts a palm out. Sunshine huffs out a laugh. "And then, uh, and then they stopped those unseen forces, and, you know why they stopped? Because Sunshine— defender of the mortal realm—"

She giggles and Nolan smiles.

"—told them to."

"I want my own action figure," she smirks.

"And, uh, since then, it's been all, uh, gravy and roses for me." He scratches his chin.

Sunshine squints, appalled. "Did you just say... gravy and.."

Nolan talks over her as he points to the camera. "You guys probably have— you've never had gravy and roses?"

"No."

"You guys have probably noticed by now that there's something a little different about me." He looks at Sunshine, waiting for a response, and she raises her brows. "How about you?"

"He's really very conceited," she whispers to the YouTube people.

"Hmm?" Nolan tilts his head, swiping a finger through his hair.

"Your.... eyebrows... are.. looking good today," Sunshine offers.

"Hey," he says, "that was within six inches, so I'll give her that."

"O...kay?"

"I got a haircut." He smiles.

"He got a haircut," she echoes.

"Do you like it?"

She grits her teeth in a neutral smile. "It's okay." A shrug. "Doesn't look that much different."

"That's the same thing the barber said." Nolan looks past her and at the wall. Oh, there it is again, he's being funny.

She does laugh, though and quirks her eyebrows, but it falls into an awkward, fake chuckle. "Okay. You need to just... calm down a bit there about your hair. Anyway. So. Does everyone feel better now after he's... gloated?"

He leans back to say something again, but a movement behind them catches both teens off guard. On the kitchen counter, a wooden cup with wooden spatulas drags along, then pauses. It suddenly flies to the ground with a crash, startling them again.

"Woah," Nolan remarks.

Sunshine grabs the camera and paces toward it. "Um."

"So that happened just now."

"Okay..."

Nolan moves near the window, looking down at the spatulas sprawled over the floor. "Oh, wow.."

"What are you doing—"

"Did you see that? It just—" He moves his hands diagonally. "Shcwoo."

"Yeah, I was... there." Sunshine rolls her eyes.

"Do you have any open windows in here? Huh?" He smirks, because oh, paranormal activity. It drops. "No, you don't. Nobody does in their houses—" He claps, "—it's night and it's fall, you know what this means? What does it mean?"

"What does it mean?" She humors him, bored.

"Come on, I want you to say it." Nolan smiles.

"Uh. No."

He aggressively crosses his arms and jumps. "Activity of the paramornal." He points to her. "It's paranormal— style— that's what this is, and you know what that means? Further— happening in the house of a—" He tries to sit on the counter but nearly knocks something down, "—verifiable, bona fide Luiseach—"

"Can you not break stuff?" she mutters.

"You know what that means? Paranormal war! Lord of the Rings style! Star Wars— Empire—"

"Oh my gosh—" Sunshine groans.

"That's what's happening, I can feel it—"

"Just cause wooden utensils flew off the counter does not mean—"

"Hey—"

"—there's a paranormal war going on."

"An army needs weapons, right?" He spreads his palm and she follows his gaze to the wooden spatulas. Pretty shitty army, if you ask her.

"Wooden utensils?" she asks dubiously. "Are you... joking me?"

"Yes. I am— joking you— about that particular part, but that means something! Everything means something." He clenches his hand into a fist. "Sunshine, everything means something."

A long silence. "Okay," she says.

"Yeah."

"Feel better now?" She raises a brow.

Nolan bends down and picks up the wooden cup, placing the spatulas back inside. "I'm gonna wash all these, actually."

"You're gonna wash all of them?"

A sigh.

"You're gonna wash our wooden utensils?"

"I'll just put 'em back in a bucket and put them back on the counter if you'd rather, but I'm a, I'm a cleanly guy, you know?"

"Okay. Whatever." She crosses her arms. "Okay, so what do you wanna do? Now that we've... discovered the... paranormal war."

Nolan stands again and slides the wooden cup back into its place. "Well, um, y'know, as—" He clears his throat and looks at her, "—right as I am, all the time, I don't know everything."

Sunshine nods slowly. "No waaay."

"Neither— does thou, so, what we need to do is we need to find someone with a little more technical knowledge in the field."

"Okay...?"

"Do you know any good—" He stops and throws his arms out. "Uh, erm, paranormal— experts?"

Oh, this again?

She knowingly quirks her eyebrows at the camera, exasperated. LeMaster. "The only one I know I... don't have great experience with, okay? They didn't— end up— well—" She could talk about the other dead guy as well— Alistair? — but she'd rather not mention him again. Sunshine still feels guilty about all that..

It's okay, because Nolan went on anyway. "Okay, I'll tell you what." He claps. "I'm gonna take off, um, I'm gonna find— I'm gonna figure somethin' out, okay?"

"Are you."

"Don't worry about a thing—" He smiles and gives a thumbs up, "—I've got this—" Nolan stares out the window and blankly points before dropping his hand, walking out of the kitchen. "Okay."

"Okay," she calls.

"See you guys," Nolan says before closing the front door.

Sunshine sighs. He is so weird..

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Anna's been... well, a little more vocal lately. Right now being one of those times. Sunshine turns the camera on and squints. Maybe it wasn't her.. She blinks slowly and listens for bangs or footsteps, but can't hear any. A sudden soft voice from upstairs catches her attention.

Sunshine rises to her feet, biting the inside of her cheek. "Is that you, Anna?"

She turns the screen around and follows the voice, looking around the living room. No one's inside. A voice from behind her causes Sunshine to wheel around, but no one is there.. either..

"Anna?" she calls again, voice more rough. She knows Anna isn't violent, but talking to a dead little girl is still kind of creepy.

She avoids the bathroom— yeah, okay, Sunshine can't say she'll ever get over that one— and gasps when there's a bang on the wall from upstairs. Sunshine paces into the kitchen, coaxing herself into not being a complete pussy, and makes her way up the stairs.

It's darker up here, but the natural light filtering in through the windows eases the tension, just a bit. Sunshine walks down the short hall, jumping when the door slams at the base of the stairs. Great. "Anna..?"

When she turns, Anna is standing at the end of the hallway. She's wearing black clothes, a white bag splayed over her head. Sunshine blinks, and she's gone. "Anna?" she tries again.

The door clicks open below again, and when Sunshine whirls around, Anna is walking through the kitchen and out of sight. Sunshine runs down the stairs, entering the living room. "Anna? Anna, are you here?"

Oh. Um. What is that? Sunshine walks up to the black table wedged between the couches, glancing at the white paper on top. A child's wet handprint is on top. What. The. Hell.

She grips the paper and turns it over, eyes widening at the familiar picture of the bagged father and daughter. The one that had been burned all those months ago by the demon. Well. There it is. She backs away, breath hitching, and wonders what the hell Anna is trying to tell her.
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So. Nolan left a long, windy, and... odd voicemail. She's not really sure what to think. Sunshine plays it for the camera.

"Sunshine. Hello." It's Nolan, and he sounds short-breathed and slightly panicked. "Sunshine, so glad I missed you—" She rolls her eyes, "—Um, not, not in the real sense, but just because I now have time to recollect and, uh, figure out what my recollections are and where they're coming from, and— which is, which is good—"

"Which is good," Sunshine mutters, grunting.

"But, you know, I'm really— I'm missing— I'm missing that, that spark of interaction—"

She snorts.

"—which is important for—" Something unintelligible, "—things that I need to say, that I'm not sure if I have the words or weight or, uh, uh— Listen, I, I would recommend that you stay put, stay awake for a while, don't go, don't go anywhere where there might be more doors that you think you might be able to, uh, to open—"

Okay. Yeah, this is getting weird. She can't help but raise her brows in response.

"I— I think I can help—" A pause. "I really think I can help, and uh, if this reaches you, um..." He trails off, and Sunshine can hear a dog barking in the background. "Yeah. All right. I'll talk to you later. Uh."

Then the voicemail cuts off.

"Yeah, that was a one minute and twenty four second voicemail right there. That was ridiculous." Sunshine shakes her head. "But anyways.. it was kind of creepy, right? He talks about doors that I couldn't open and... being safe and.. staying awake or something, I— I think I heard that in there. I don't know."

She honestly just doesn't know what to think. This is weird behavior, even for Nolan, and that's saying a lot.

Looks like this is another mystery she'll have to solve.

holy hell. 2 updates in one day?? what is this?!