𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, all of us out of our costumes and ready to sleep, it has been a long fucking night. I walked out of my room, yawning, arms stretched as I made my way to the couch, where I saw Ethan sitting. Plopping myself next to him, I immediately sank and my eyes started to close, "Can I lean on you E, I'm starting to fall asleep," I mumbled it so softly I doubted he would even hear me, but I heard him respond with a light, "Of course."
Taking that as an invitation I placed my head on Ethan's shoulder as we both lent back on the sofa, I felt my hand brush his, and deciding to not be a complete pussy for once, I grabbed his hand interlacing our fingers. I felt his hand slightly tense and I immediately regretted my decision, getting ready to move my hand away, Ethan's hand squeezed mine and a small smile made its way onto my face. My eyes finally began to close as I cuddled closer into Ethan when all of a sudden,
"Holy shit," Mindy's eyes went wide as she turned up the TV, a news reporter on the screen. I lifted my head from Ethan's shoulder, while Chad went to call Sam from downstairs, Sam walked in, "What's going on?" she questioned but I was more interested in the guy who followed in after her.
"Huh, cute boy, nice." Quinn stated.
"Nice one, Sammy," I continued, with a knowing smile at Quinn.
The news report continued as the man stated, "Jason Carvey and Greg Buckner, found dead with multiple stab wounds."
Realisation washes over me, "What the fuck, I saw him right before the party, which means, he probably got killed right after we left, holy fuck." Ethan squeezed my hand again, this time reassuring me as I got an incredibly bad feeling.
"Wait, that's that chode from our film class," Mindy realises. The reporter carried on, stating that multiple ghost face costumes were at the scene of the crime. We all sent knowing looks to each other, I looked back to see Chad nervously biting his nail and Sam deep in thought when she suddenly jumped in action.
She walked towards the kitchen, tapping Tara's shoulder, "Come on pack a bag we leave in 10 and I can't force you to do anything Alina, but I suggest you do the same." She looked through each knife in the block, picking out the largest, sharpest one, "We're getting out of the city."
"Hey, Sammy maybe we should slow down a second and think," I tried to get Sam to stop for two seconds so we could all wrap our heads around whatever the fuck was happening. Tara got up to talk to her sister as the cute boy questioned Sam's previous statement.
