Too late

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(I'm temporarily kicking Jonah and Adam from this story cause rn they're not exactly important uhm yeah that doesn't make sense.)

3rd person pov:

Dave sat in his room, humming an old folk song as he fiddled with some tech junk. The light knocking on his window left him startled. "What the-" he opened the window. All blur, he couldn't see anymore. He reached to touch his face but felt something sticky and squishy. Was that..his flesh? He almost kicked the attacker hard, though blind, he didn't want to die yet. He got up with a stumble.

"You never should have done that."

Uh oh! Bad decision, Dave!

He lay on the floor, lifeless. His very soul taken from him. As Cesar and Mark pulled up into the house, they swung the door open. Cesar let out a small yelp. The sight of blood was scaring him. "Cesar. Close your eyes." Mark instructed, knowing his friend was afraid of blood. Cesar did as he was told, covering his eyes. Mark kneeled down next to the body. "Ces..his eyes were gouged out..." (A/N LMAO LIKE HIS PREVIOUS LIFE)

Cesar let out a small whimper of fear. "When will the nightmare be over.."

"Ah I see you've figured out my riddle too. But I won't be giving any more clues, you've got to guess who. :)" the note was written in blood this time. Damn you Stanley. 

"Cesar we need to leave. Go home and lock your doors. We need to stay as close together as possible. You can stay with me meanwhile, bring your son if you want." Cesar, who didn't once open his eyes, nods, slowly backing out of the house with Mark.



the next death I going to be very unexpected, sad even.

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