Someone's Calling``Ashlyn/Open

[Aicee Clark]

It was seven in the evening when Aicee came home from the studio but realized that she forgot her script there. She decided to go back quickly or else she would end up being lazy to go back later, so, after fifteen minutes of driving, Aicee arrived there. The studio wasn't completely vacated. There were still few people, besides, it's Hollywood, it never sleeps. She salutes at the guard and receptionist in the lobby as she headed towards the elevator. She pressed on the number where she needs to go to but curiously wondered if placing number thirteen or thirteenth floor in the building really is unlucky. Perhaps, if you talk about business, people will surely follow even the craziest idea just to make sure they got their luck intact. Aicee got of the elevator as it stopped and few light were turned off so there are parts of the hall that seems dark. Aicee shrugged and somehow laughed at herself for thinking scary stuffs. She thought that she might be adopting the show too deep. She had experiences like those before but thought that it might just be her mind playing tricks on her and besides she was very little then. But Aicee sped fast. for whatever reason, she seemed to hear a voice, a voice of the girl, humming and the sound getting closer.

"Wake up Aicee! Those aren't real!" she desperately talked to herself.

[Ashlyn Christianson]

Ashlyn was sitting in the break room, thumbing through a magazine. Of course, her face and most of her coworkers' were plastered across the magazine. It had articles revealing show secrets (only ones that had been released, of course), interviews with the cast (hers was practically the same thing she'd given to Access Hollywood a week ago), and set pictures. She never knew why she read the rags, but she did anyway. She figured part of it was learning things about her castmates that she didn't before. And a lot of times, there was rumors about who was dating whom, and she always was interested in seeing who she was paired up with. Recently, she'd been supposedly spotted 'canoodling with Ed Westwick.' That made her laugh. The two of them ran into each other at Starry Nights, and being long-time friends, of course Ashlyn would give him a kiss. It was only a friendly peck, but the paparazzi would twist anything.

Ashlyn's mood changed and she froze when she heard a girl humming. She looked up and around her for the source of the sound, but found nothing. It stopped, and she shrugged and went back to her magazine. She'd just turned the page when she heard very clearly in her ear a whisper.

"That doesn't look like you."

Ashlyn shrieked and stood up suddenly, knocking her chair over. She ran into the hall, slamming the door to the break room behind her. The hall was dark, but it didn't take long for Ashlyn to spot Aicee coming in her direction. "Holy effing shit," she said down the hall. "You will not believe what I just experienced."

[Aicee Clark]

Aicee kept on running and rubbed her eyes as she saw a figure nearby and noticed that it was Ashlyn. She stopped in front of her panting.

"Holy effing shit," she said down the hall. "You will not believe what I just experienced."

"So do I!" she answered her. She heard stories before that in some offices, ghosts lived and sometimes scares people off, to keep them away. But she doesn't think 'it' should be here for the studio's always full of people and often noisy. "Mine's a girl! You?" she asked Ashlyn.

Aicee scanned her surroundings and pulled Ashlyn where Aicee left her script. "Okay tell me your story. What happened?" As she searched for the switch and turned on lights. It's definitely not advisable to deal with what they've experienced in the dark.

[Ashlyn Christianson]

"Oh, my God," Ashlyn said. Aicee heard a girl, too? Ashlyn wasn't completely sure about everything that she'd heard, because the whisper didn't really have a voice. "Well, first I heard humming, but then it stopped so I just sort of forgot about it." She scanned the room, as if she'd see something there just waiting to strike her. "But then it got weird. I turned the page in the magazine I was reading and my face was on it, you know, from that one episode where I look into the mirror but I'm hallucinating and my face is all mangled? Remember that episode? Well that was staring me in the face and then something whispered in my ear!" Ashlyn's voice became a little louder as her sentenced ended.

She walked back to her side of the table and grabbed the magazine, which was still open to her distorted face. She went back around and sat down in another seat, mentally refusing to return to the chair she sat in previously. "It said, and I quote, 'that doesn't look like you.' Dude, I freaked."

[Aicee Clark]

Aicee listened to Ashlyn. Almost the same thing happened to them, except the whole whispering, maybe because she ran quickly and didn't wait for it to say more, in which Aicee's thankful for. Could it be real? Or it's just because of their show that made them hear things.

"It said, and I quote, 'that doesn't look like you.' Dude, I freaked."

"That's freaky. Did the ghost hate your or something." she commented, thinking. "All I heard was this humming the I ran fast. I got all jumpy as I was thinking something scary already on my way here. At first I thought I just got so caught up with what I'm thinking and thought it was real. After hearing you, I now doubt if my mind's just playing tricks one me or it really is true." She said as she found her script and tugged it inside her bag. "What are you doing here anyway?"

[Ashlyn Christianson]

Ashlyn shrugged. "I don't remember doing anything that should make a ghost hate me." She gave an involuntary shudder. She hated the thought of ghosts, let alone one that hated her. Why she lived in the hotel, worked on the show, or lived in Hollywood for that matter, Ashlyn will never know. She never totally understood herself in the first place, and living and working here was one of her quirks she'll never fully come to terms with. Just then, a thought entered her mind and she gave a squeak. "Ohmigosh, whatifitwantstokillmeorrapemeorsomething?" she asked, her words coming rushed and with no breaths. Ashlyn put her hand to her chest, feeling her heart racing. Her whole body was gyrating with fear and excitement, but she didn't know which feeling was stronger. She'd heard stories of people getting 'felt up' by ghosts in showers and stuff, but she'd never thought in a million years it would happen to her.

She slapped both her hands on the table. Get a grip, Ashlyn! she commanded herself. "I'm here to talk to the writers about my upcoming skank scene. They wanted to talk to me about 'baring it all.'"