Making use of YouTube Cards, we have created our own interactive video. The narrative fragments would give clues and information, allowing the audience to piece together their personal interpretation of the narrative. In this story, you would be following Jon, a middle-aged man to work and help him make choices. These choices made will alter the nuance and direction of the story you would watch.
A narrative titled “FRIENDS” entirely told through Facebook using fictional accounts in a span of one week. This is a story being told by three friends: Jackie, Charlotte and Emily regarding trust, friendship and perhaps revenge?
10.33am. Finally! Neewollah Town, here I come! I had been wanting to visit their famous Jack-O-Funfest. It is one of the largest, most extravagant, and hyped-up for in the states. It has tons of activities such as Hellrider bike race, pumpkin-sledging and a haunted roller coaster ride which passes through the Wicked Valley of the East. I’m such a sucker for spooky things. Lemme just stick in a poster here.
3.33pm. Driving pass a nearly deserted toll, gushes of wind blew.
A sudden chill went down my spine as goose bumps dotted across my skin. In my mind, I ecstatically thought, it’s gonna be fun here.
Further driving through the town, there is a welcoming banner stretched across the road which said:
“Welcome to the otherworld, where nightmarish creatures reign supreme.”
As I drove past the neighbourhood, there seems to be no one in sight. That’s weird. Isn’t this the time of the year where people should be hustling and bustling around or kids going around?
Despite the fact that the town was void of people, there were spooky decorations adorning each cottage. Coffins. Skeletons. Reapers. Pumpkins. Candles. All the sinister stuff you can name, I bet you can find them here.
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6.33pm. Driving mindlessly around the town, the sun had gone to take a nap. Whereas the moon and stars started to party. I was exhausted and famished after exploring the town. I started heading towards my lodging for the night.
7.33pm. Before going into my motel, I observed the door was scratched and dented with chipped brown varnish, it had a brass coloured lock and doorknob dulled with age and spiderwebs. It was like a gateway to hell. As I approached the front desk, the receptionist greeted in a deep voice and said: “well hello there”… and as he turned I saw
Michael: 
Link to Jackie’s Live:
