8. Peter James

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"Hearts are wild creatures, that's why our ribs are cages"

-Elalusz (Hearts)

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Recap :- "Hello? Hello? Emily? What was that noise? " I ask her as I hear a loud booming noise of a bullet. And then, the phone beeps continuously and eventually goes dead.

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Bullet means a gun. And a gun means a death. That means that Peter had definitely killed Emily.

Shit, I curse myself.

Tears come from my eyes as I blame myself for another death. Emily told me about my sister's killer by risking her own life.

I quickly reverse my car and head to Emily's house. It is nearly a fifteen minute drive. I open her door and look inside. First left and then right. There is nothing. Everything is crystal clear. I go inside to her room. Nothing is there too. As I walk past the bedroom door,

Wait!

What is that in the bathroom?

I enter the bathroom and see some letters scribbled in red blood on the mirror.

It says

Welcome to the game of death
- P.J.

It wouldn't take a genius to find out what was the fullform of P.J. or more specifically who!

For those who don't get it,
No - No, not the PJs that we wear.
Well, here we go P.J. = Peter James.

It also says Look to the right.

I turn and look to the right and

"Aaaa," I scream.

No! No one killed me if that's what you're thinking.

There is something motionless beside me.

I can feel the thing taunting me. Goosebumps arise on my skin.

I turn and-

A head, only a damn head, covered with blood is tied to a rope hanging on the roof of the bathroom. That head is of Emily. Blood is dripping on the floor.

I back away

One step.

Two step.

Thre-

"You did a great mistake by coming here."

I turn around trying to locate the bearer of the voice and see a frizzy red haired young girl holding a knife near my neck.

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