Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen

Chapter 200

Haunted Chronicles was a mega interactive live reality show produced by VisionStream, with a focus on scientific truth-seeking.

Most shows involving ghosts and spirits were usually pretty bloody and violent and got scrutinized pretty hardcore by the TV regulatory body.

But Haunted Chronicles was a different breed. Sure, it spun tales of ghostly figures, but what it’s really digging at were deeper social issues.

The main tone of the show was science and education, so the content of the program was also uplifting. VisionStream was all in on Haunted Chronicles, throwing a truckload of cash at it.

That’s why the big cheese director had the guts to invest in setting up Satan’s Lair.

Today wasn’t the premiere of the show, just the six guests shooting the trailer.

The trailer was a no-brainer, just each guest taking a stroll through Wicked Woods.

But they never saw it coming. During the shoot with the first guest, all hell broke loose.

The backstage crew had to scramble.

It was a team effort, but they managed to get a hold on Eileen!

They pulled off a daring rescue of a crew member who was on death’s door.

The guy was nearly scared to death, and the rest of the crew got a good fright too.

The director glared at Eileen, barking, “Are you out of your mind? Look at what you’ve done to him!”

The spooky sound effects and lights of Satan’s Lair were switched off, and the lights in the workspace were turned on.

Things were bright and the people around Eileen were just regular crew in regular clothes.

It was then that Eileen finally let out a sigh of relief.

The director stared at Eileen and snapped, “Can you even continue shooting?”

Eileen, trembling, managed to say, “I need to make a call.”

The director scowled and said impatiently, “Make it quick!”

Eileen pulled out her phone and called Ophelia from a corner, but there was no answer.

but still, no

Ophelia had sweet-talked her into

they signed the contract, telling her the penalty for

Eileen went silent.

like she had been played. Ophelia couldn’t get through on the phone.

later, the director

but to put away her phone and walk over, saying resignedly,

her and asked, “You sure you’re

verge of tears but

the walkie-talkie and called out, “All departments, get ready, the lights and music

back

backstage was watching the slender figure on the monitor with satisfaction, nodding

bad, just a bit

command, the cameraman swiftly manipulated the infrared jib

gradually shifted from Eileen’s calm collected back and long strides to her front.

the screen, the set fell into

he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and asked in disbelief, “Am I seeing things? Is she

before saying slowly, “Yes,

with her eyes closed, her steps hurried, her body rigid, her

of Wicked Woods to the other like a bat

to do another

thought about the injured crew member still backstage

to the assistant director, “Yeah, let’s do another take,

suddenly turned sour. After a while, she said seriously, “A reshoot is going to cost us. I think this is fine. We can fix her eyes in

was

finished the shoot!

dressing room, she was drenched in sweat, as if she had just been fished out of the

the couch across the room, still haunted by

nightmarishly terrifying!

silent, the

to feel nervous again.

told herself to stop thinking about

phone, planning to send Ophelia a complaining message.

she opened WhatsApp, she saw 99+ unread messages