In the safe town of Riverwood, five students go out to the newly opened local Murder House for a fun night. But when things start to get too real, the question on everyone's mind is, will they make it out alive?
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"What do you want?" I gritt my teeth.
"Why does everyone always ask that? Don't you know that's a death wish? You of all people should know better than to do all these cliches." He laughs with his raspy voice.
"Go to hell." I say.
"You're doing it again."
"Why did you kill Marvin And The Others? What do they have to do with any of this?" I ask.
"For fun." He says. "I love Halloween. Didn't you figure that out from my mask? Michael Myers is my favorite killer. Ghostface was Paisley's."
"Who are you?"
"Too early in the game for you to know. But like in the Murder House, you'll figure it out. Now tell me who's your favorite killer?" He asks.
"Me. Because I'm going to be the one to drive a knife in your chest." I say.
He laughs. "I always knew you had it in you. I guess that's one thing we share in common."
"If you're not gonna tell me who you are then tell me why you're doing this."
"All in due time. Patience." He says.
"Are you seriously asking for my patience you sick basted?!" I let out a humorless laugh.
"Keep your voice down unless you want mommy to wake up." He warns.
"Why hide behind a mask? Are you that much of a coward?" I try to provoke him. I know it's a bad idea and he could be anywhere, even inside my house, but I can't resist.
"No, just not ready for the game to end yet." He calmly responds.
"Do I know you?" I ask and there's a long pause on the other end of the line. "Do I know you?" I ask once again more forcefully this time.
"Yes." He replies and my heart starts to pound.
"Were you in the Murder House?" He pauses again. "Answer me." I yell.
"Yes." He says then laughs.
"Are you one of my friends?!" I ask, but before giving me an answer, he hangs up.
"Dammit." I throw the phone on my bed and shut my eyes in frustration and run my fingers through my hair gripping them hard and barely resisting the urge to rip them all out.
My eyes flutter open in the morning from the sun beaming in through my window. I check my phone and see that it's 6:54 am. I drag myself out of bed and take a shower and put on some clothes before starting to make breakfast. The house is quiet, only the sound of the spatula making contact with the pan is heard as I keep on cooking. I start setting the table before my mom wakes up, wanting to surprise her. I open the drawer to retrieve some forks and knives when something catches my attention. At the back of the drawer, a photo is hidden away. I get it out and see that it's a photo of me when I was five. There's no way my mom would keep this photo here, the last time I saw this picture it was in my baby album. I turn it around, and like I expected a message with a red marker is written.
