Until Dawn Remake: "Between Life And Death"

Chapter 4

Sam POV:

I basked in the warmth of the bed, the gentle music enhancing the sense of peace. This was the life—completely relaxed, my mind wandering to Y/N. I hoped he had a safe trip gathering firewood.

Suddenly, the door slammed, breaking my tranquillity. The shockwave snapped me out of my thoughts. I pulled out my earplugs, puzzled. "Hello?" I called out, frowning. "Guys? What are you doing out there?"

Reluctantly, I stepped out of the bath, wrapping myself in a white towel. My eyes fell on the empty space where my clothes had been. "Seriously? My clothes?" I groaned, spotting the lone sock left behind. "Unbelievable. Assholes," I muttered under my breath.

As I left the room, I noticed a trail of balloons with arrows pointing toward the stairs, the scent of candles guiding me along the way. They led me down to the home cinema. My heart raced with a mix of confusion and curiosity as I picked up the flashlight Y/N had used earlier in the basement. Heading into the cinema room, I muttered to myself, "Where the hell are you guys?"

"Hey! Come on, guys, I'm done with this!" I shouted, my frustration building. "I really don't appreciate the silent treatment!" The silence was unnerving.

Suddenly, the doors slammed shut behind me, making me jump. A chilling voice broke through the darkness. "Hello, Samantha," it said—a boy's voice, unfamiliar and mocking. "Been looking for me?" he taunted.

I whipped my head around, searching for the source. "What the hell is going on?" I stammered, fear creeping in.

The voice continued, "I don't think you'll have much luck by looking, Samantha." His tone was sinister, dripping with malice. "You're going to see what I want you to see... and I have quite a lot to show you."

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of his words sank in. "What is... what is happening?" I whispered, panic setting in.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded, and the cinema screen flickered to life. My blood ran cold as I saw an image of myself in the bath.

I instinctively covered my mouth in shock. "Oh my god..." I whispered, horrified. Seeing myself like this, exposed—it was beyond unsettling.

"She's quite beautiful, isn't she? A beautiful bathing bird..." the voice taunted slowly, drawing out the words, relishing in my discomfort.

I was overwhelmed, my mind spinning. "How... why... why did you..." I choked, unable to finish the sentence, my words tangled with fear.

The voice continued, mocking me. "Do you think she has any idea what lies ahead? Do you think these were the last happy moments of this creature's life?" There was a twisted pleasure in the way he spoke.

I turned, glaring at the speaker in the corner. "Why are you showing this to me?" I demanded, desperate for answers.

"Why are you watching?" he shot back, his question cutting deeper than I expected, leaving me more unsettled than before.

I turned back around just in time to see Josh being brutally cut in half. My stomach dropped. "Josh!" I screamed, my voice cracking with terror.

The voice returned, taunting me with a twisted amusement. "How does it make you feel?" he asked, relishing in my horror.

I screamed, unable to tear my eyes away from the gruesome scene. "OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I yelled, frantically looking away, trying to unsee it, to unhear the sound of the blade slicing through him.

A chilling chuckle echoed through the room. "I'm going to give you ten seconds..." he began, his voice dripping with menace. "Nine."

"No... no, no, no..." I muttered, panic rising in my chest as I tried to think, to gather my bearings. My mind was racing, but I felt paralyzed.

"Eight. Seven." The countdown continued mercilessly, each number pulling me deeper into a nightmare.

I shook my head desperately. "Please... no..." I begged, but then the cinema room doors flew open, revealing him—a figure wearing a twisted mask. He stood there, his presence menacing, waiting for my reaction.

I grabbed the nearest object, a vase, and hurled it in his direction. It struck his arm, barely slowing him down, but it gave me enough time to bolt. I ran, heart pounding, diving into the guest room. I leaped over the bed, scrambling to get out, and made a break for it down the hall, heading straight for the basement.

I burst down the stairs, my foot narrowly avoiding the broken step, and skidded to a stop, frantically looking for a place to hide. Spotting a pillar, I crouched behind it, trying to control my ragged breathing. My whole body trembled as I heard his voice again.

"Sam? Why are you hiding?" he called out, his tone playful, as if this was all a game to him.

I held my breath, staying as still as I could, sinking lower behind the pillar. My mind raced as I watched him search, wielding a tank of gas. "Sam? Why prolong the inevitable?" he asked, sounding almost bored.

But then, he spotted me. My heart sank. He lunged, and I tried to dart away, but his hand caught me. "No! No!" I screamed, struggling with everything I had. In the panic, I remembered—the baseball bat! I had found it earlier when I was down here with Y/N.

I grabbed the bat and swung with all my might, connecting with his face. The blow knocked him back, and I took off running, the adrenaline carrying me further into the basement. But I hit a dead end—a door with no handle.

"Are you kidding me?!" I gasped, frustration mixing with terror as I turned back and saw him approaching. I forced the door open, bolting through it and slamming it behind me, but his hand shot through the hole.

"Get out!" I screamed, slamming the door against his hand, cutting him off for the moment. I stood there, panting, knowing this was only a temporary reprieve.

I spotted a door at the end of the room and forced it open, stumbling forward and crashing to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline surging as I bolted down the pathway. But then, I came to a fork—two choices: keep running or find a place to hide.

The thought of continuing to run was tempting, but my towel was starting to slip, and I knew I wouldn't get far like this. Desperate, I decided to hide. I crawled into a nearby elevator, switching off my flashlight to conceal myself in the shadows.

Moments later, the Psycho appeared, his heavy footsteps echoing ominously in the dark. He glanced around, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Here, little kitty, pussy, pussy," he mocked, trying to lure me out. I held my breath, heart pounding in my ears.

He cursed under his breath, frustrated. "Fuck!" He stomped off angrily when he couldn't find me.

I waited, my body tense, until the silence became unbearable. Slowly, I started crawling away, slipping into a vent nearby. The confined space was claustrophobic, but it was my best chance to get away from that maniac. I had no choice—I needed to find the others, wherever they were. My mind raced with panic, but I had to stay focused. Getting away from that freak was just the beginning.