// 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙀 // ʙɪʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴍɪꜱ, ꜱᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴄʜᴇʀ | 𝟏𝟖+ |

𝟐| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

A / N: This part is a continuation of the first part. So, to understand this better, read the first part then read this one :)

Casey collapsed on the floor, nearly passing out. Her face...pale and ghostly white. The blonde sobs uncontrollably.

"Final question, are you ready?"

She doesn't answer. A long silence passes. Casey reaches up and flicks the light off, making Steve disappear.

"...Leave me alone..."

"Answer the question."

"What?"

"There are two doors to your house, a front and a back one. If you answer correctly - you live."

From where Casey sits, she has a clear view of both the front and back doors. With her last bit of strength, Casey tries to strategize. Eyeing both the front and back doors, she tries to decide between the two.

"Don't make me...I can't...I won't."

"Your call..."

In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter and leans up, grabbing a long, sharp knife.

Casey looks around her, she looks down the hall to the front door, then she turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly shatters.

The same chair that Steve's corpse was tied to, came flying through the glass. Tiny shards of glass spray everywhere, coating everything.

Casey jumps to her feet, bolting out of the kitchen as a tall shadow moves quickly through the shattered doorframe.

Somewhere in the house which is covered in darkness, Casey has her back flat against a window, listening to the pair of boots walking around, the glass crunching under the person's feet. She turns and unlocks the lach on the window, quietly sliding it up. She can hear the intruder move through the house, to the front door.

Casey lifts herself up and throws her legs out of the window. She holds the knife in one hand and the phone in the other.

Casey eases herself out of the window, fumbling, she accidentally dropped the knife back in the house. She tries to reach for it, but it's not use. She takes off to the side of her house.

"I can hear you. I know your here."

Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the side of her house...going for the front yard. To get there, she has to pass three curtainless windows. Casey gets to the first one and peaks in.

The FIGURE has pulled open a closet, searching for her.

Casey creeps along to the next window. Reaching the second window, she sees the figure on the other side of the room, moving towards the hall, which leads to other parts of the house.

The petrified blonde moves further along the house...squeezing past the hedges to the third window. Once she reaches it, Casey peaks through the window again. This time, she sees THE FIGURE STARING BACK AT HER.

His face was covered in a white creepy ghostface mask, inches from her. His eyes piercing...soulless...and they were dead set on Casey. She SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER as the intruders hand crashes through the glass window, grabbing hold of her neck. Tightly.

Casey hits him, trying her best to free herself from his deadly grasp. Her nails dig into his arm as she wriggles from side to side...finally breaking free as the hands go back inside the house.

Casey sprints around to the front of the house, eyeing the front door, which still remains closed. Her eyes roam over the large country yard when suddenly bright headlights appear in the distance, coming down the road, towards the house.

Casey recognises them instantly...Mum and Dad. She runs across the yard towards the, moving like lightning.

The car turns into the driveway as Casey screams, waving her hands madly, rushing by a tree as the ghostface masked figure appears.

Casey stumbles back, catching her balance, the figure attacks her. The figure's arm poised high and a flash of silver can be seen, then, Casey is struck across her chest. She looks down bewildered. Her shirt is soaked with crimson red, as she drops down on one knee.

The knife rises again, but Casey moves her hand forward...the blade comes down but is blocked by the phone that is still in her hand.

A MIDDLE AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move to the front door, completely unaware of what's happening to their daughter.

Casey stumbles forward, her parents ten feet away, she opens her mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. The FIGURE moves behind the terrified girl.

As her parents approach the front door, her father discovers the front door ajar.

They enter the house as Casey collapses, clutching her bloody stomach...the tall figure right behind her.

Once her parents enter their house, the father sees straight into the kitchen...and the shattered patio door.

CASEY'S FATHER:
"Jesus..."

CASEY'S MOTHER:
"What is it? Where's Casey?"

CASEY'S FATHER:
"Casey?! Casey?!" He yells out, hoping for a reply.

In a split second, their both in a panic. The father begins searching the house frantically, looking for his daughter, while the mother is hysterical.

Casey is dragged by her feet through damp soil, the life slowly draining from her body...her hand still clutching the phone.

CASEY'S MOTHER:
"Where is she?!"

CASEY'S FATHER:
"Call the police!"

The mother rushes over to the phone, she picks it up...but there is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.

CASEY'S FATHER:
"Casey! Where are you honey?! Call the police, goddamnit!"

CASEY'S MOTHER:
"The phone is dead!"

The faintest, softest voice is heard.

"...help me..."

CASEY'S MOTHER:
"I can hear her! Oh Mother of God! I can hear her!"

CASEY'S FATHER:
"CASEY! CASEY!"

CASEY'S MOTHER:
"Not my daughter...not my..."

The husband grabs hold of his wife.

"Get in the car and drive down to the Mackenzie's!"

The mother throws the front door open and rushes out. The father moves through the house when he hears the echo of a loud SCREAM. One that belonged to his wife. He bolts to the front door.

The father rushes outside to find his wife, a complete mess, on her knees, bent over. His eyes move towards a tree in the front yard...his stomach fails him as his dinner from earlier, rises, as he bares witness to the most horrifying sight he has ever seen.

He watches in horror as his only daughter hangs from a big oak tree...strung up...very much dead, with her stomach ripped open as blood streams down her entire body.

Casey Becker was dead.
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