I snap open the laptop. The keyboard feels cold against my fingers. Noah and Lola walk into the living room. Oliver's wailing echoes through the silent house. "We have to bury her somewhere!" he shouts.
"Yes, but we can't exactly call the funeral directors right now," Henry reasons again.
"But still! We have to do something!" Oliver insists. I hear heavy, thudding footsteps going upstairs. "Screw it! I'm calling them!" Oliver yells as he heads for the phone.
"No, no, no! Don't do that, you idiot!" Noah yells in a panic and rushes to stop Oliver.
"Why not?!?" Oliver screams angrily, trying to break free from Noah's grip. Lola looks at Oliver and Noah with fear in her dark brown eyes. Her hands are trembling, and her knees are buckling. I walk over to her and gently pat her upper back.
"Hey, don't worry. It'll be alright," I say softly. She nods. Noah glances over his shoulder at us but quickly returns to grappling with a struggling Oliver. I head back to the couch and look at the computer. My finger flies across the touchpad. I click on the 'security cameras' folder and open the footage from last night. I scroll through the cameras until I spot something suspicious.
"Hey, the sooner we unmask the killer, the sooner we can give Jamie a proper burial, okay?" Noah's voice sounds irritated, but his intentions are good. Then I see something I had hoped not to see: Jamie is being followed by a figure—man or woman—wearing a mask and a large robe that conceals their shape.
"Uh, guys..." I begin softly. Everyone in the room turns around. They look at me hopefully.
"I think we literally need to unmask the killer." My words hit the room like a ton of bricks.
"Wait, what?" Noah looks at me in disbelief and releases Oliver abruptly. Lola comes to stand beside me, her brown hair falling over her shoulder as she peers at the screen. Noah rushes over and examines the footage.
"Damn it! We still don't know who it is!" Noah shouts in frustration.
Then we hear the all-too-familiar beeping. We all turn around.
"Hello? Is this the police?" Oliver's voice echoes through the room. We are doomed.
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The Masked Killer - A.T Ben Saad || English
Gizem / GerilimThe FiveFellas had purchased a shared house where they could easily and quickly record YouTube videos. The move went smoothly, and the atmosphere was good. Everything went as planned; there were cozy Friday afternoon drinks, football evenings, parti...
