[center][hr][h3][color=e16013]Evelyn Fraser[/color][/h3]
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Evelyn had found the note this morning right in front of her room door. After breakfast she had asked the receptionist if someone had entered her room and left it there, but the answer was as she had anticipated. Whoever had written the note, Lynn was the person they had wanted to address. When she had read the newspaper later this day, she had known the most reasonable thing she could do was to call the police. But as always, curiousity had been stronger than caution. She needed this. She needed something to focus on after what had happened to Ian.

The long, dark alleyway Lynn had entered looked empty. Dim street lights revealed the tatty looking facade of the community center. Nothing about what she was doing right now felt safe. She‘d been in similar situations before, but most of the time she knew at least vaguely what to expect from the locations she‘d planned going to. Ironically this felt more surreal than her visions. Lynn felt a shudder, making her close the zipper from the denim jacket she was wearing.

As soon as she was in the hall, Evelyn knew she wasn‘t alone. Judging by the silhouettes, there were at least three other people in here. Lynn heard a woman's voice echoing. [color=662d91]"So, uh... Is this where the club is meeting?"[/color]  Apparently she wasn‘t the only one who got an invitation. The realization made her calm down a little. With more confidence than she was really feeling Lynn decided to call out. 
[colour=e16013]"Hello?"[/colour]