Blood Moon Lake

Chapter 8

⚠️Trigger Warning! Mentions of blo0d and murd€r

"Who's coming?" I asked confused. "Murderers," he said, glancing behind him, "They killed my friends." "Murderers?" I asked skeptically, I don't know if he thinks I'm stupid or what, but I know a prank when I see one. "YES!" He yelled. "I don't believe you," I told him. I was just about to close the door when a blood-curdling shriek rang through the air. The boy let out a horrified squeak and looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please." I could feel fear coursing through my veins. Should I let him in or leave him so he can buy my friends and I time? No, I wasn't gonna let him die. Not when I could have helped. "Come in," I said swinging the door. The blonde immediately bolted inside the cabin. I slammed the door shut and locked it, "You should be safe now," I told him. The boy nodded but it didn't look like he was paying attention. His eyes were darting around the room looking for something. "Could you help move the couch?" He asked. "Why do we need to move the couch?" I asked. "To barricade the door," the brit explained, running to the couch, "It'll take longer for them to get in." "That makes sense," I dashed over to the couch and helped him push it over to the door. Once the couch was in front of the door, the blonde surveyed the room once more. "Can you help me move the table, so it covers the French doors?" he asked. "Sure," I said. We quickly moved the table over to the French doors and positioned it, so the flat part covered most of the door. "What is all of that racket?" asked someone from the hall. I turned around to see Anna standing in the hall rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Did we wake you up?" I asked feeling a bit guilty. But thinking about it, we would have needed to wake her up anyway. Anna shook her head, "No the person pounding on the door did. I tried going back to sleep but I heard someone out here and wanted to see what was going on."

"It's complicated," I told her, "I don't know all the details yet, but we need to hurry." I was about to ask the blonde a question when another shriek came from outside. This time it sounded closer. "Do you have any closets?" the brit asked. "Yeah," I answered, "Why?" "Where are they?" he asked. "In the bedrooms," I replied. "We're gonna hide in them," the blonde stated. "What is going on?" Anna asked looking from me to the blonde. "There isn't time to explain, but we need to wake up Ella." "Wake up Ella!?" Anna exclaimed, "That is a horrible idea!" "Stop talking and go hide," the blonde snapped, "Is there anyone else here besides Ella?" "Jack," Anna said. "Wake him up," the brit stated, "And get him in the closet. Where's Ella?" Anna pointed in the direction of her and Ella's room. The blonde nodded and took off in that direction. Deciding we had wasted enough time already; I sprinted to Jack and I's room and shook him awake. "Wha-?" Jack asked still half asleep. "Wake up," I told him, "Something's happening." Jack rolled out of the bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What is going on?" he asked looking around the room. "There are murderers outside," I told him, "Go hide in the closet." Jack's eyes widened, "Murderers!?" "Wait, murderers?" Anna asked confused. I nodded, "Yeah now get in the closet. I'll join you in a second." Jack and Anna opened the closet door, removed the bags from inside, and clambered in. I raced across the hall to Anna and Ella's room, to see what the blonde was doing. When I walked into the room, I saw him dragging Ella off the bed by her feet. Ella fell to the ground with a thunk. Her eyes immediately shot open. "WHO THE FU-" Ella began to yell. "Ella calm down," I said, "We wouldn't have woken you up if it wasn't important." "What could be so important that you had to drag me out of bed," she seethed. "There are murderers outside and we need you awake," I explained, keeping the explanation as short as possible. "Murderers?" She asked, "Seriously did those stories get to you?"

"He's being serious," the brit said, "So either get up off the floor and come hide with us or die here." "WHO'S THAT!?" Ella shouted. "The person who told me about the murderers," I said, "Now let's go!" "Wow, wow, wow, wait, you're saying you let a random person inside the cabin because they said there were murderers outside!?" Ella exclaimed. "Yes! Now come on!" I cried. "How do we know he's not the murderer!?" Ella asked. "Because-," I was cut off by another blood-curdling shriek this time it only sound like it was a few feet away from the cabin. Ella went pale. "Where are we hiding?" she asked, standing up from the floor. "The closet in Jack and I's room," I said, already making my way out the door. "Let's go!" Ella said following behind me. "Finally," the blonde muttered. We ran back down the hall to Jack and I's room. When we got there, I opened the closet, and we all climbed inside. The closet was cramped but it was the best hiding spot we had. The brit was closest to the door and Anna was the farthest away from it. We sat there in complete silence for what felt like an eternity, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. "Are we sure there are murderers?" Jack whispered. "Yes, now be quiet," the brit hissed. Jack opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it when we heard someone slam into the front door. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes. The person rammed into the door again, and again, and again. Suddenly there was a loud crack and the sound of shattering glass. The French doors, I realized. They were made of glass! Of course, they were easy to break! A deafening boom sounded through the cabin as the front door finally gave way. Two noisy shrieks rang through the cabin. I covered my ears to try and dampen the noise. Sadly, it didn't work. More crashing and banging could be heard from around the cabin. The sound of shattering glass and toppling furniture filled the air. I opened one eye and glanced around the closet. Anna had her eyes squeezed shut and her back pushed against the wall while Jack had curled in on himself trying to make himself a smaller target.

Ella had her eyes wide open and was completely ridged and the blonde, had his eyes shut and was shaking slightly. I took another deep breath and tried to listen for any signs of movement from outside the closet. It was silent. Did they leave? Or were they waiting for us to come out of our hiding place? I stayed quiet and strained my ears for any kind of noise but the only thing I heard was my pounding heart, breathing, and footsteps. Wait! Footsteps! That's not any of us! I heard the room door swing open, and both of my eyes shot open. Please don't check the closet. Please don't check the closet. Please don't check the closet! The footsteps continued past the door and to the other side of the room. I relaxed just a bit, maybe they wouldn't check the closet. The footsteps came back towards where we were hiding and then stopped. I waited there holding my breath, hoping they wouldn't open the door. For the longest time, nothing happened. I sat there in the dark, cramped closet, waiting for my impending doom, but it never came. Suddenly the door swung open, when I looked to see who it was, I was greeted with the sight of a creepy, bone-chilling navy-blue smiley face mask. The black soulless eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I could feel the goosebumps spreading all over my body, for some reason the eyes seemed to be looking directly at me but straight past me at the same time. The longer they stared at me the more horrifying the gaze became. My eyes flickered around the closet, Jack was still in the same position and Ella looked ready to bolt at any second. The brit was trying his hardest not to flinch away from the person that stood in front of him, and Anna looked downright terrified. Another ear-piercing shriek resounded through the air and Anna lost it. She opened her mouth and let out the loudest most ear-splitting scream I have ever heard. The figure's head snapped in her direction and was about to move towards her when they were tackled.

The blonde knocked them to the floor and looked back at us. "RUN!" he yelled. We all snapped into action. I grabbed Jack and began to drag him out of the closet. We all clambered out of the cramped space and began to make a break for it. I sprinted down the hall and turned into the living room. My eyes darted around the trashed place looking for an exit. The front door was ripped off its hinges and the couch that was barricading it was split in half. The French doors were now piles of glass and the table was splintered into a thousand pieces. I was about to head to the front door when another figure appeared. It wore the same navy-blue mask as the other but in the moonlight, I could see they were dressed in an inky black, skintight, full bodysuit. I had the feeling if I reached out and touched them, I would be able to put my hand right through them and it would come out the other side. In their hand, they held a blood-crusted kitchen knife. Changing course, I dashed to the shattered French doors. I ran through the doors and onto the porch. If we went toward the car the person at the front door would catch us, going down to the lake would be pointless unless we wanted to swim to the other side. The only other option was the woods. Hopefully, we would be able to lose the killers in the forest and we could come back to the cabin for help. I climbed over the porch railing and took off towards the woods near the back of the cabin. I glanced behind me and saw my friends hot on my heels. Good none of them were caught, I thought to myself. Wait where's the blonde? I turned around and saw him dashing out of the house, hopping over the railing and sprinting to catch up with us. As we dashed into the woods, I saw three more figures join the two from the cabin.

THE PLOT BEGINS! Are you excited? Because I am. You are at the long-awaited excitement! What will happen? Make a guess and tell me your theories! I would love to hear them! Have a great day! Bye! 🙃