Omaha Horror Story

Part 3

Y/N POV

"WE NEED TO LOCK THE DOORS!" I screamed fumbling the lock on the door and closing the curtains as Johnson and Nate picked up kitchen knives, handing me one.

Kenny, Sam, and Stass came running into the kitchen, each of them taking a knife from Johnson and Nate.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"He, he killed Gilinsky." Johnson said fighting back tears.

"We need to get out of here." Stass cried.

"How?! The nearest town isn't for miles and we don't have any cars.... This psycho took one and the other is in the backyard... Where the killer is!" Nate said.

Suddenly, a tapping noise came from the backdoor, which was covered by the curtains.

The six of us looked at each other frantically.

"He's here." Kenny whispered.

"Let's go." Sam whispered back.

"He can't get in and we have knifes." Stass said.

As soon as Stass finished her sentence, there was a loud bang on the door, followed by the sound of glass shattering on the floor.

We stood there frozen as the hooded figure pushed past the curtains and was now in the house. He lifted his head, not to reveal a face but an awfully grotesque mask. It took me a few seconds to realize he was also carrying a rather large hunting knife, with fresh blood dripping from it.

Next thing I knew, I was being pushed by Nate and Kenny. They pushed me into the living room along with Stass, Johnson, and Sam.

Kenny turned to us. "Guys get out of here....NOW." He screamed.

I now realized what they were trying to do, they were trying to put up a fight. Two guys with small kitchen knifes against one guy with a large hunting knife. This wasn't going to end well.

I felt Johnson tug me away, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of this. This fight felt like it was in slow motion. Kenny lunged at the killer, his knife just missing the guys neck. The killer took this opportunity to take Kenny out, which he did with a stab to the stomach.

"No, no, no." I yelled as Kenny fell to the floor.

"Y/N, go!" Nate screamed at me as the killer turned to him next.

"Y/N come on, we need to get help and get out of here." Johnson said as he practically scooped me up. We followed Sam and Stass as I heard Nate scream out of pain.

"No, not Nate no." I cried as we made it outside, the four of us ran and ran, but we were still in the middle of nowhere.

"What should we do?" Sam asked as we stopped to catch our breath.

"We need to keep running until we reach the road or a town or something." Johnson said.

"That could take forever, and this psycho is still out there." Stass said.

"But we need to try, we can't end up like Madison, John, Emily, Jack, Kenny, and- and Nate." I finished, choking back tears.

"Wait, do you hear that?" Stass whispered.

I listened for a few seconds and finally heard it, footsteps.

Johnson motioned for us to follow him, and we continued running as fast as we could.

I knew as we were running that the killer was behind us, and he wasn't far behind.

I followed Johnson and Sam as fast as I could. Stass was lagging behind and I knew she was struggling.

"Stass come on!!" I yelled, without turning around.

"I can't do this anymore, my legs." She yelled.

I turned around, just as Stass fell over a large branch, her legs giving up. As she struggled to get herself up, the hooded figure appeared complete with his hunting knife.

"Stass, come on, come on." I said panicking.

Just as Stass got herself up, the hooded figure got to her. His knife, going through her back.

"Shit, no, no." I said. I knew I had to run, or else I was next.

I turned and got myself moving. As I ran for my life, I realized I had lost Sam and Johnson.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" I heard a familiar voice call, so I ran to it.

The voice grew louder and louder, until the body it belonged to was in front of me.... A bloody Nate.