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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"It can't be Jake." Nolan shakes his head as we sip on our coffees, sitting at our usual table at the diner.
"Why would he go to visit Paisley then?" Aubrey asks.
"I don't know, the exact reason as us, to try to get anything out of her?" He says.
"What about the other visitors?" She asks Randy.
"There's us, her dad and her lawyer mostly. The only person who stands out is Jake." Randy says.
"Guys do we really think it's Jake? Could he really have killed his own friends? Woody? They were like brothers. It doesn't make sense." Nolan says still not choosing to believe the idea that it could be Jake.
"In situations like this it almost never makes sense, you never know what's going on in someone else's mind." Diego says. "We're talking about a crazed masked killer. It could be anyone and Jake is not an exception."
"Jake said something." I finally break my silence. "The night Woody was killed."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asks as they look at me confused.
"He said him and I could have both stopped what happened and we were both late. What if Jake snapped and only after he had killed Woody he realised what he'd done?" I say.
"But he looked broken." Nolan says.
"Or guilty." Diego challenged. "Maybe Woody knew something he shouldn't have and Jake wanted him to keep quiet."
"Exactly, why else would he have said something like that?" I say.
"Okay I hear you." Nolan says. "But, what if Jake isn't the killer but knows something and could've stopped it."
"I feel like I'm going crazy." Aubrey buries her head in her arms and rests it on the table.
"Either way we need to keep an eye on Jake." Randy says and we all agree.
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My eyes adjust to the bright light of my phone screen, the blurred shapes come into full focus after a few seconds and I sigh when I read the time. It's 6:21 am and my alarm still hasn't gone off. I pull the covers closer and stare at the ceiling with yet another sigh.
The weather is colder than the days past and I unwillingly roll myself out of bed and into my bathroom. I quickly take a warm bath, brush my teeth and put on some clothes before going downstairs. Only to see that it's still only 7:00 am. My mom is making breakfast and when she sees me she tries to make small conversation by asking me questions about 'how I'm feeling' about everything.
