"But didn't you say the police didn't find Jack's phone?" I asked. "Yea, I did. Unless they are pranking us." Kaylee responded, on the verge of tears. "Nah, the police wouldn't do that. And what is this supposed to mean?" I took Kaylee's phone and read over the text, 'Tell them I'm still here.' What did that even mean? I don't know. It was all to freaky. Should I show her the tape? Yea. "Hey, Kaylee, I found a camcorder in the basement,"
I led her down to the basement where I set it. It lyed on its side, still open. Kaylee turned it over, looking at the bottom and gasped. I peered over, and saw a note that said:
'Happy Birthday, Jack. -Kaylee & Brent'
"This is what I was going to give him for his birthday, but I left it at home." Kaylee said. Hm. "Who's Brent?" I asked. "My dad." She looked at it. "Maybe he brought it, wait, there is a video on it." I said, turning it on and hitting play. She watched in her horror, her jaw dropping. "That doesn't sound like my dad," she said, referring to the chuckle. "I recognized it, and I've never met your dad, but it did sound like..." I trailed off, not wanting to say it. "Jack." She said, looking at the stairwell behind me. Something hit the side of my head, and I passed out.
Something was putting pressure on my sides and legs. Opening my eyes, I looked at the dark room I was in. It seemed like no one had been here for years. Well, it felt like a horror movie. I looked down, and saw I was being restrained by rope. Oh god, I was in a horror movie. Wait, when did I sign up for this? I turned my head around, hearing a cracking noise as I popped my neck. Ow. I saw Kaylee unconscious. Then I heard that chuckle. The one that pushed down my dad. The one that hit me in the head with some strange metal thing. Did I know what it was? Nope. Did I know who the chuckle came from? Well, I had a good guess.
"You're supposed to be dead." I said, my voice hoarse. "Sounds like you sent someone to kill me. I would believe it was true, if I hadn't planned it." He responded. "Your parents told us the police fou-" He cut me off. "My parents helped me fake my death. I told them not to ask questions, told them it was important and they agreed." He said. "Did you push my dad off the hill?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Duh." Ugh, how can your best friend turn into a jerk so quickly.
"Now would be the perfect time to tell you your father died yesterday. You got a call from the hospital, and they left a voicemail. Said something erupted somewhere and they couldn't help in quick enough," he said, a smug smirk on his face. "...You're lying." I said, hesitating, hoping the tears forming wouldn't give anything away. He took out a phone, my phone and played a message. It was the nurse I talked to at the front desk. The nurse said:
"Hello, Miss Rebecca Wilson. Uh, I'm sorry to bear such news, but I am sad to say that your father passed away earlier this morning. We don't know all the detail yet, but he suffered major brain damage from his fall. We are so sorry for your loss."
The tears that started to form had overflowed. Goodness, Jack had murdered my father.
