Omaha Horror Story

Part 4

Y/N POV

"Nate, I thought you died. I'm just so happy you're okay, we need to get out of here." I said throwing my arms around him.

"I'm okay Y/N, he got my arm. I was able to fight him off." Nate said.

"He got Stass, and I lost Johnson and Sam." I told him.

"Okay we'll get out of here, I got you." He told me, taking my hand, leading me through the dark woods.

We ran and ran and somehow ended back at the house.

"No, how can we be back here?" I groaned as Nate led me inside.

"We'll be safe, he's probably following the guys. Hopefully the make it." Nate said, bringing me upstairs, so we didn't have to be around Kenny's body.

"We'll stay in here." Nate said as we entered the room we were supposed to share.

"Until when?" I asked, as Nate closed the door, moving a dresser in front of it so no one could get in.

"Morning, or whenever cops get here, you have your phone in case we get service?" He asked.

I nodded and sat on the bed. Nate sat next to me, grabbed his arm, clearly in pain.

"Let me see." I said to him. Nate removed his jacket, revealing a stab wound to his upper arm.

"It's bleeding pretty good, I need to put pressure on it." I said as I grabbed a shirt from my one piece of luggage I brought.

"Better?" I asked when I was finished.

"Still hurts, but I'm better." Nate said.

"You know, getting stabbed doesn't really hurt, it's just the aftermath. It's like a rush of adrenaline, it's kinda addicting." Nate said, looking in my eyes.

"Okay, that's weird...." I told him.

Nate smirked, standing up. He moved closer to me, his eyes still locked with mine. I swore he was gonna kiss me.

"It is weird, cause you know what's more addicting?" He asked.

"What?"

"The feeling of inflicting pain onto someone else." Nate said completely seriously.

"Nate... Stop, you're scaring me." I said, pushing him back.

"You shouldn't be scared of me... If you're gonna be scared of anyone it's my cousin Frank." Nate smirked.

"Who the hell is Frank?" I asked.

"Frank Lester." Nate replied, as he did so he pulled out a knife from his pocket. It was a little larger than a kitchen knife, stained with blood.

"Wait, what, Lester is real?" I said oblivious to the fact that he was somehow related to Nate.

"Real as can be, the story Sam told was true. Not too many people know about it cause it was kept under wraps. Pretty sure I was the one who told him and Em about it, and they actually thought it was some silly story. " He said brandishing the knife.

"So, you're in on this with him?" I said, backing further away from him.

"Don't be scared of me Y/N, you're the last person I wanna hurt." Nate told me.

"You're sick Nate, to think that I actually had some sort of feelings for you." I spat.

"Oh don't say that." Nate said menacingly.

"Then let me go if you don't want to hurt me." I begged.

"Can't do that." He replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"You'll see." He said with a small smile as he sat down on the bed.

"So you being stabbed was to fool us." I said as I thought about his stab wound.

"Yep, had to be done." He replied.

Minutes went by as I was still locked in the room with Nate. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

"SAM, JOHNSON?" I screamed.

Nate simply laughed. "You wish." He said, getting up, leaving the knife on the bed and went to move the dresser which blocked the door. He opened the door, revealing the hooded figure, who was carrying a guy over his shoulder.

I backed myself up to the window, as far away from this guy as possible.

He entered the room, the mask still covering his face. He dropped the guy on the floor, I realized the guy to be Johnson.

He looked bruised and bloody, but I could see his chest moving.

Nate eyed Johnson and looked back to Lester. "What about Sam?" He asked.

"Finished him off in the woods, this one here tried to fight me off." Lester said in a deep voice.

"Guess all that working out he was doing actually payed off." Nate laughed coldly.

"Why are you guys doing this?" I spoke up.

"Revenge." Lester said simply as he walked closer to me, Nate following him.

As they inched closer to me, I noticed Johnson begin to stir. I tried not to make it obvious as Johnson quietly reached for the knife Nate left on the bed.

"I can see why you like this one...she's pretty." Lester said sinisterly.

"Don't hurt her." Nate said, a hint of panic in his voice.

"We agreed, no survivors...except for you the lone hero. Remember." Lester said, pointing the knife at my throat.

Nate nodded, looking at Lester then to me and then back to Lester.

"I just can't let you do it." Nate said.

I couldn't even describe the move Nate pulled, it was equivalent to something out of the karate kid. Somehow Nate got control of Lester's knife. Now the knife was pointed at his heart.

Lester laughed through his mask. "A girl over your own family?"

Nate didn't say anything, instead he stabbed his own cousin through the heart. As Lester fell, Johnson took action. It seemed as if he gathered all the strength he has left in his body to maneuver himself up.

I closed my eyes as I knew what Johnson was about to do. Despite finding out Nate was some psycho with a psycho cousin in the last hour, I had known him as a friend for much longer.

I heard a slash and Nate's scream, much worse than it had sounded earlier. I opened my eyes to see Nate fall to the floor next to his cousin.

"We have to get out of here and call the police." Johnson said reaching out for my hand as we ran out of Sam's lake house. We ran to the backyard, luckily the car was still there. I helped Johnson get in the passenger seat, as I ran around to the drivers side.

The keys were still in the ignition. I started it, and drove away as fast as I could to the front of the house, and then to the road. I felt so relieved to get out of the lake house which had turned into something from a nightmare.

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Epilogue (Newspaper Article)

Police searched the Wilkinsons lake house located outside of Omaha, Nebraska where the brutal murders occurred last night and early this morning. The deceased include; Madison Beer, Kenny Holland, John Swift, Emily Wilkinson, Jack Gilinsky, Anastasia Karanikolaou, and Samuel Wilkinson. Surviving the horrific night were Jack Johnson and Y/N. Both survivors were able to identify the killer: Frank Lester and his accomplice Nathan Maloley who was friends with the group. Lester previously escaped the Cherrywood Asylum over 20 years ago. He committed a series of brutal murders after escaping in the same vicinity. That story was kept under wraps after his body was not successfully recovered. Upon police arrival and search of the house, the bodies of Frank Lester and Nathan Maloley were not found. Police are continuing to search the area and have released sketches and pictures of the suspects. Tips and calls about the matter are much appreciated.

THE END

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