All Chapters of Haunter: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Isaac woke us up about seven the next morning, to let us know they’d just landed in Logan. Absent Brandon, he’d been named commander of the expedition. But as any good four-star general, he reported their next steps to the Supreme leader. It would take them a while to load all their stuff on the rental SUVs, and from there, they would head all together in a caravan to Worcester, where the crew would stay with part of their equipment. Once they were all checked in and settled, the three Haunters would come by themselves, bringing all they deemed necessary to shoot roll B takes to their heart’s content, plus some additional gear because you never know.“Call me when you’re leaving Worcester,” said Brandon, eyes closed, his arm keeping me to his side like I would try to pull away.He disconnected and stretched to drop the phone back on the nightstand, exposing his chest to my hands and lips. He let out a soft sigh,

We shot it in the study, after the best barbeque ever, and it took me a while to relax enough to start having an actual conversation with Ricky. Mostly because Brandon was monitoring the shoot from his laptop on my desk, and Ted and Isaac were filming too, to add to the static cameras that would record the closeups on us with those moving shots they always used in their interviews. Not to mention the lights and reflecting screens and the mic clipped to the collar of my top and all that paraphernalia. Bread and butter for them, absolutely intimidating for me.Ricky had put up a list of questions after watching Deshaun’s cut, and we did our best to stick to it, but it was obvious we would branch off.We talked about Kujo for about an hour, wrapping up the subject with the changes he’d undergone since we’d taken him back to Pennhurst. To illustrate that last point, I spoke about the reason why Kujo was talking so much over my last visit.“Yo

Somebody gave Brandon the thumbs up and, once more, his voice overcame all the sounds and noises around us.“Rolling in five!”Even with Isaac’s warning, Trisha’s interview turned out to be super interesting to me, because we’d never actually talked in depth about what we’d been through over those days.Amy came out of the guesthouse, all dolled up for her own interview, and went to sit down under the third tent, at the other side of where Brandon and Trisha were sitting. The way she kept avoiding me threw me off. Yeah, she and Trisha didn’t see eye to eye about what had happened, but why would that make her change her attitude toward me like this?Trisha and Brandon soon wrapped up the first section of the interview, which had covered the bare facts in what looked more like a conversation: two friends reminiscing about something they’d been through together. The kind of footage they use in documentaries to

It was quite an adventure for me, with many firsts. First time leaving the Manor for so long, first time going to the West Coast, first time travelling with Brandon, first time flying on a private jet. Thank God for Trisha, because going all by myself would’ve been plain overwhelming.Monday was a long day. We left the Manor at noon and spent the whole afternoon at Mrs. William’s to shoot her interview. We took off after having dinner in town and technically added three hours to our day as we flew west, not to mention the flight took forever in its own right. But we eventually landed in Los Angeles on a sunny morning.Isaac’s wife had invited Trisha to stay with them until she got her own place. We all agreed she’d most likely done it to know who her husband would spend weeks on end around the clock with, and decide if she was okay with it, jealous, upset, or plain ready to file for divorce.So off they went, the two Ley Liners t

The wedding venue was in Topanga Canyon, Santa Monica, an hour away from Los Feliz when the stars aligned, so we left at eight-thirty in the morning, praying to the gods of traffic to allow us to get there before eleven. Lucky us, we did.The place was amazing. I got to see the large elevated deck surrounded by trees where the ceremony would take place, set as an amphitheater full of seats, and the meadow where the party would be, shaded by long strips of white fabric. But then, a girl with a name badge reading Fay flashed a quick smile at Brandon, put a hand on my back, and whisked me away. I never got to see where the men would change outfits, because Fay took me to the main building. The broad dance hall had been turned into the main wardrobe, with all the gown racks, changing rooms and long dressing tables with mirrors for the hairstylists and makeup artists to get the ladies ready.It was already humming with half a dozen women getting dressed. All of the