It's been three years since James's death, you had moved away and were now in a new state, you were at a party with some of your old school friends. The music was blaring in the background, with people dancing, laughing, and drinking. Everyone seemed happy, you on the other hand were on edge, a scream could be heard not too far away, the music suddenly stopped. Nothing could be heard, the music started back up again, a bit quieter than before.Not long after another scream could be heard, the music stopped again. Everyone started frantically looking around, everything went dark. More screams followed, and the lights turned back on after a few seconds. Blood was on the walls and floor, even a bit on the roof, you looked around to notice a small pile of bodies which looked to be around 7 bodies lying in the middle of the floor, limbs were torn off and thrown around the room, eyes all sitting in a pile on the bench, blood was still pouring from the wounds. People were screaming in horror, you just stood there, unable to do anything. People running to escape, pushing each other over to escape. The lights went out again, more screams, glass breaking, doors slamming. You backed away, you walked into a wall. The lights turned back on, more bodies were in the pile, footsteps coming from somewhere near the front of the house could be heard, you slowly and quietly walked into another room, which just so happened to be the bathroom, the lights went out again. Two blue lights were near you. You stared at the lights as they were moving closer slowly. Once they were about a meter in front of you. They stopped looking like lights. The main lights turned back on, your heart skipped a beat, your chest rising and falling fast. "Did you miss me y/n~?" it was James, alive...standing right in front of you with a knife, you shook your head fast not taking your eyes off him, he spun the knife around his index finger, smirking "your most likely wondering how I'm alive aren't you?" he held the knife to your neck "I want you to guess how I am~" "t-the knife?" you stuttered out, trying to sound confident but failing. He chuckled deeply "correct~" he lifted your left arm and held the knife against your arm, before slowly pushing it into your skin, you bit your lip in pain, trying not to make a sound. He turned you so you were facing a mirror "look away and I cut it off my sweet little y/n~" him staring into your eyes by the mirror, you shook slightly, he just chuckled. He pushed the knife in a little more. Your eyes turned to your arm. He took the knife away and pushed it into your arm with speed and force, taking your arm clean off, you screamed in horror, your tears falling from your eyes. He moved the knife to the other side and forced it to the bone, "good y/n, now scream more for me~" James praised as he cut your other arm clean off. Everything was going dark and blurry "aw~ don't die on me yet y/n, the fun is just beginning~" lust in his voice as he ran the knife along your neck. You were shaking, your knees nearly gave out. He wrapped his hands around your waist, the knife now on the bench out of your reach, your knees buckled and you felt the floor, his hands now on your head, he kneeled in front of you, before pushing on your chest forcing you down. He straddled you. You were trying to kick but it didn't work. He looked into your eyes and smiled, before holding the knife to your leg, he moved his head down and planted a kiss on your lips before shoving the knife into your thigh and cutting it off, you felt the blood ooze out of you. Your face was red, everything was slowly getting more blurry. He lifted your black shirt up and dragged the knife lightly against your skin before carving his name in big letters into your stomach, you were squirming trying to get free, he just put more pressure on your hip. You looked down to see blood pouring out of the wound, he looked up at you and smirked, and started liking the blood on your stomach, he let some go onto his lips and kissed your neck, and your face went redder. "You're so sweet tasting y/n~" he licked his knife, he smirked at you, picking you up and holding you in front of the mirror, the knife penetrated your neck, everything going dark and blurry. You looked in the mirror at yourself, tears rolling down your face, James looking at you, his eyes on you. You saw the blood pouring out your neck. "Goodbye y/n," he said as he let you go, everything when dark...
