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The sky is an grim grey. The October sky is rarely as dark and dreary as it is in this instant. The group of friends should have known things like this were very peculiar, and often didn't happen.

The young girl tightly clasps the hand of her elder sister, as they step inside the large house. The floor boards creaks while they walk and is frightening the small girl.

The older one tries to calm her. "It's alright Macie, " She cooes soothingly. "Everything's going to be alright. " She smiles a small smile to soothe the girl's worries.

Macie was at the tender age of 9. When everything is scary, and all she wants to do was rush home to play with her extensive collective of dolls. The ominous house scares her greatly; she has no idea how she was to spend nights here. Her lip is quivering.

The big sister hears a snicker coming from the living room and snaps her head around just in time to notice a promiscuous looking unnatural blue-haired female shamelessly laughing at the pair.

"What's so funny?" Macie asks and wipes her own wet cheeks with her free left hand. The redhead analyses the young one, looking her up and down warily.

"C'mon Steph, why'd you bring her?" Says the girl before swallowing a mouthful of her alcoholic drink. It made a disturbing noise as it swished down her throat. She had brung it with her on the trip. The girl is sitting on her couch, her body sprawled across it.

Stephanie glares at her. It wasn't exactly her choice to bring Macie to the house. She made a deal with her mother in order to be able to go in the first place. Take Macie or do not go at all. It is quite obvious what her choice was.

"Hush Max." She crosses her arms and adds under her breath, "No one wanted you here anyway. " She doesn't intend on Max hearing her, but the girl did hear. A sly smile grows on her face.

"Luke wants me here, " She states smugly. Maxwell Taylor is not the nicest person in the world. No not at all. Most, especially Stephanie, would say she hadn't a nice bone in her entire body. All 206 bones are pure evil.

She is also quite promiscuous, to say the least. Steph is surprised she hasn't contacted an STD from any of the many guys she had slept with. Her latest target is Stephanie's not-so-secret crush, Luke Hemmings.

It is only the three females in the house until the guys decide to finally enter with all the suitcases and luggage from the vehicle. After them, comes in 3 more girls, who have arrived late.

Two guys bring in the largest of the luggage. The one on the left has hair of bronze, and compassionate hazel eyes. He is slightly tanned. The guy on the right's hair is black, with streaks of red. He is very rather pale and his eyes are a bluish green type of color. They are carrying Max's shoe carrier. Stephanie scoffs at Max's excessive supply of footwear. The two let the carrier fall to the floor with a thud; the impact not significant due to the low drop height.

Another pair of two boys, one blonde and the other with dark hair, carry the other baggage. Multiple trips are required because of all the people staying. The three new girls aided them with the bringing in of their stuff. They all find a spot to sit in the living room.

"Now tell me why we are staying in a rusty old cabin?" Asks the boy with colorful hair. He glances around the living space with a look of disgust upon his ghostlike face. The ancient quality of the house is not impressive to him. He is sitting on Max's luggage full of shoes and is on his iPhone.

A petite raven haired girl decides to talk now, and respond to the boy's question. "I told you, this is my grandmother's childhood home. "He rolls his eyes. "You're the one you wanted to come here, Michael. "

Michael glances up at her in annoyance, looking up from the lighted-up screen. "That was before I saw the dump. " He deadpans. He is very self-righteous and believes himself to be right and just most of the time. The boy has a habit of speaking his thoughts and saying things rather bluntly. Him and the girl, who goes by the name of Raven, have bad history between them, causing great tension in the mansion.

Raven shakes her head disapprovingly and goes upstairs with Simoné, the only blond female, to choose a room to stay in. The sound of footsteps are heard as they made their way up the flight of stairs.

"Can't you just be nice? " Ashton, the bronze-haired boy, asks Michael. The eldest of the group, he was the peacemaker, never wanting anyone to be fighting in front of him.

Michael is stubborn and pretends not to hear his friend talking to him, blatantly ignoring the lad. He continues to be on his phone, browsing through various applications.

Ashton sighs and focuses his attention on Macie, the youngest guest at the Indianwood Mansion. "Doing alright?" He eyes her cautiously and notices the worrisome looks in her eyes. He rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt.

"Yeah, " She replies shyly and hides behind Stephanie. Ashton let out a light chuckle at Macie's reserved behavior.

"Where are we going to sleep at?" Luke, blond boy that Steph not-so-secretly likes, interjects with an urgent question. The boy has been waiting to ask.

"Raven said we could pick any available room. " Ashton shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and grabbed the luggage items belonging to him. "We might have to share some rooms. "

"Raven and Simoné are sharing, Calum and Ashton, Candace and Michael, Luke and me. Steph and the child get their own rooms. " Announces Max who took the liberty of putting together sleeping arrangements.

"Why can't I get my own room?" Pouts Candace, the bratty girl who is only here because of her friendship with Max. She tries too hard to be just like her companion, even liking the same guy. (In secret of course. ) She is spoiled rotten and everything she has is because her daddy bought it for her.

No one pays her any mind and moved their stuff upstairs.

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This will be a murder mystery story. Kinda similar to the book "And then they were none " by Agatha Christie. (Spoil it for me and you die. )

Yes some of 5sos might die.

I've already got who will be the murderer planned out and you won't guess it until the end.

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