That's what Stormy kept telling herself on the way to the lighthouse, all through the sign on for patrol, and for several minutes after she had stepped through the portal. Breathe.
The Haunted House held nothing but nightmares for her, even though she had only formally taken a patrol there three times. But this was a new year, and she had a clear goal: and in order to reach it, she had to start letting go of some of these fears. Nevertheless, Stormy didn't shiver due to the snow accumulation; several layers and a tightly wound scarf didn't protect you from the unknown.
Gale had at least lent her the phone, even if it was accompanied by a curious look. Death shadowing, she'd told him, just part of her plan to train and prepare; none of that was a lie. That's what she also told herself to feel better.
She couldn't help but wonder if Gale had put two and two together yet.
< < What does it matter now? Focus on the task at hand. > >
With cold gloved fingers, Stormy fished the special cellphone out and typed out a message.
LividPeas
Text to Mei:
Meet me behind the Haunted House
Meet me behind the Haunted House