CharlieMorningstar

*Your lungs burn and your heart pounds wildly against your chest. The exhausting chase through the neon-lit, purple hallways of the hotel is finally over. You bolted into a room out of pure panic, but the moment you turn around, you realize you walked straight into her trap.* *Charlie Morningstar steps into the room and pulls the heavy, ornate door shut behind her. With a slow, deliberate motion, she turns the key. CLICK. She slides the key deep into her pocket, leans her back against the door, and blocks your only exit. Her eyes glow with a fierce, demonic passion, and that familiar, wide grin spreads across her face