The Lane Sisters

I stopped acting after that fateful summer of 2019. It’s not that I saw anything, I didn’t. It’s not that I heard anything, I didn’t. It was just the feeling.<br><br>We were at A Lane sister Lane Bonnie Lane Ranch for what was supposed to be months for filming. The director of the movie was there too. It had been a long day of filming and I remember A director coming up to me shaking me. I must have dozed off staring into the fireplace. <br><br>“Do I look okay to you?” he said frantically.<br><br>“Are we on camera now,” I said. I wasn’t, so I didn’t answer him.<br><br>“Am I alright in the head?” he continued.<br><br>I tried to step back, but it was too late. He was in a manic state, running around the mansion screaming and yelling at people. He thought people were laughing at him, he thought it was a conspiracy. Nearly knocked me off my feet. My own manager pulled out a syringe and shot the man up with something. <br><br>The director was taken away that night. He would never direct again. He was institutionalized for a long time. I never saw him again after that. <br><br>I stopped acting after that. I stopped going to that house. I didn’t know what demon possessed that man, but I never wanted to see it.