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𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑    𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑
ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʀɪʙs & ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

     SHILOH SWATTED her brother upside his head, heavily disapproving of the way his eyes lingered on Sam before she changed into some clothes. He jumped, looking to her with wide-eyes; she glared at him, pointing a finger in his face in a silent threat not to try anything on their blonde friend.

     "What the hell was that for?" He whisper-shouted.

     The shorter brunette scoffed, crossing her arms as she grabbed his machete from his side. "For someone whose girlfriend apparently just died, you sure do have some wandering eyes."

     The 19 year old frowned, raising his hands in mock surrender. "A guy can't dream?"

     "Not when that guy has made his way through half the girls in the group," she retorted, pushing his shoulder lightly as Sam rejoined them.

     "Okay. Done." The blonde sighed, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Let's put this thing to bed."

     "Amen to that." The older twin muttered, before the three of them made their way back to the lodge.

     Shiloh's mind was on fire—had her brother encountered whatever it was that had chased her and the twins? Josh couldn't have done anything to the prissy blonde, he'd been at the lodge all night. They wanted to scare the group—not actually kill anyone.

     If they'd wanted to kill someone, the sawblade wouldn't have been rigged.

     "Please!" A muffled voice screamed, "I can't! I can't decide!"

     "What the fuck is that?" Shiloh muttered, fully recognizing the voice as Chris'.

     "Is that crying?" Her brother asked soon after, the three of them following the voice and coming upon another locked door.

     The small brunette was getting sick of these damn doors.

     Mike, Sam, and Shiloh hit the door with their combined weight, swinging the rustic metal open to reveal their friends—Chris and Ashley—tied to chairs across from each other, a table separating them.

     Footsteps echoed from the right, catching Shiloh's eye as the psycho approached. His words from earlier flickered in her mind, the brief confession making her palms sweat in his presence. He stalked toward their friends, earning yells of protest from Ashley. "No, no, no! Get away!"

     Chris aimed the gun at the man, firing blindly in hopes to save them all. Three shots fired off, the gun quickly running out of ammo, and the man stood there, unharmed. His chuckle was distorted through the voice modulator, "Oh, Chris. Oh, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris..." He shook his head, beginning to circle around them.

     "What the fuck?"

     "You've heard of blanks before. I mean—really?" He said, moving to lift the mask.

     Shiloh pretended to be just as shocked as everyone else when Josh Washington's face was revealed before them, his triumphant smirk at how successful the prank had gone decorating his lips. "Josh?" She asked, her tone riddled with confusion as she stepped between Mike and Sam. "You—"

     He cut her off with a laugh, overpowering Sam's yell of his name as she stepped beside the younger Munroe twin. Josh began to circle the room, laughing as everyone continued to say his name; their tones were mixtures of disbelief, confusion, and irritation.

     "Oh, oh, very good!" His voice boomed, still maintaining his humorous attitude. "Every one of you got my name! And after all you've been through! Good, good, good, good. I mean, how does that feel? Right?" Shiloh stood, pretending to be frozen, as Mike and Sam helped the others out of their restraints. "How does it feel? Do you enjoy feeling terrorized? Humiliated? I mean, panicked?" His eyes locked onto Mike, "All those emotions that my sisters and Shy got to feel once, one year ago! Only—guess what? They didn't get to laugh it off! No! Nope! No, no, no! They're gone! And Shiloh's still having nightmares about it!"