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four

calum

That house was a total nightmare. The door didn't fucking open and, for some reason, we couldn't break the windows. We punched it with all our strength and nothing. And we couldn't find the axe. There was no signal and, when we try to call 991, the call fell. That spine-chilling place was perfect to get us killed. It seemed like a set up for someone and we ended there for foolish reasons.

"This is all my fault," David panicked. "I'm so sorry for making you came here. Now Marcia's dead and we can't leave."

"David, stop." Michael held his head with both hands. "We are all here, together, it's no one's fault."

"It's mine! My fault!" David kept screaming. "Violet said that-"

"David, please! Stop!" Serena cried, still thinking about Marcia. We didn't like her, nevertheless we didn't want her dead.

"Violet said what?" Luke asked.

"She told me about this house on the woods, but she didn't believe it because it was her brother who said it," David told. "I just wanted to know if it was true, I didn't know it was a freaking murder house!"

"You're blaming me then, like you always do," Violet sarcastically laughed. "Thanks a lot," she muttered, still being held by Luke.

The situation was getting out of control. There was an upstairs place, I thought we could go there and find another way out, maybe we could even break the windows and jump.

"I'm not blaming you, Violet," David approached her, touching her arm. "I'm still blaming myself, goddammit."

"Whatever." She shoved him off.

"Just shut the fuck up! All of you!" I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't matter whose fault is if we're all dead! I think I might know a solution, just listen," I told everyone what I had thought and, even though they were panicking, exactly the same as I, they all agree.

We made our way upstairs. Luke was in the front with Violet hugged to his arm, the rest of them were behind him. Michael was in the back with me, attentive to what may appear. Michael had a pocket-knife for some reason, probably for his pills, and me and Luke brought two knifes that we found in the kitchen. That floor looked even bigger and scary. It had four closed doors and only two of them were open.

"Guys, I-"

"Don't," Luke didn't let Serena talk and told everyone, with his finger, not to make a single noise.

He grabbed the knife closer to him and kept walking, ignoring the closed doors, going to the open ones, by the window. He tried to look inside, however Violet didn't let, pulling him.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Please," she muttered as he entered the room. Michael quietly ran to the room so Luke wouldn't go alone. Quickly, they came back and Michael came back to my side. Serena's phone rang and we all looked at each other with faith in our eyes. Perhaps we had signal here.

"This can't be serious," Serena muttered to herself. "It's Marcia."

We all looked terrified. That couldn't be really happening. Marcia was dead. We all saw her body. Michael and Ashton saw it closely and they saw a freaking hole on her forehead.

"How is this happening?" Violet just grabbed Luke strongly, who wiped her tears.

"They have her phone," Michael looked at everyone, stopping in me. He saw my scared face as I saw his.

"We have signal here," I said. "Call 911." Serena tried to call 911 again. She quickly started crying again. The call had fell one more time. "Is this a fucking joke, you motherfuckers?!" I yelled, losing my mind.

"Does it matter? Let's just leave this place," Luke muttered to himself.

He punched the window and it didn't break. It was a bulletproof window which made me furious. I just wanted to take my girlfriend, my friends and myself out of there the as quickly as possible. It seemed impossible. Especially when I turned around and saw him.