Halloween Hell

Chapter 8: Meeting Up, Then Goodbyes

Piper's P.O.V.
9:46, In the cup room, Holding my friend, dead, in my arms.
She really died. I can't comprehend it. I thought that if anyone would be able to make it out of here, it would be her. She always knew what to do, I don't know what we'll do without her. No, not without her. She's still in my heart. She's still in my memories. I'll always have her there. After I pull myself together, I saw that the exit door was cracked open. It wasn't like that before. I went out of the room, not looking back, knowing that if I did, I would probably break down. Another path?! I had no choice but to follow it. I did some thinking along the way. Was Brooklyn right? Is Daniel the killer? I mean, he peer pressured us here, but I didn't think anything of it. That means Ivy might be in danger. Although, as I said before, it could be all coincidences. I have to stay alert and be ready for both situations. But how do you get ready for either one of your close friends being a killer, or someone else killing you and your friends? I don't think that question can be answered. I came upon, you guessed it, another room. Only this time, it was empty. Except for Ivy, sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball, crying. It only took me a moment to realize Daniel isn't with her. That must have meant that... Daniel was killed? Then it can't be him being the murderer. But who could it be? I sat down next to Ivy and started to side-hug her. "Where's..." She started, but cut herself off, realizing what me being the only one back from the right pathway meant. I nodded and tears formed in my eyes. "Daniel. He sacrificed his life for mine. All because of Trickster." She said with sadness and rage. "Trickster?" I asked. "That's Daniel's name for the killer." She responded. I nodded my head. "What now?" I asked. "Trickster told me to wait for you, and then go through that door." Ivy pointed at a door in the middle of the back wall. "We can only go forward I guess." I said. We walked in the room and took a few steps forward, with Ivy being about two steps in front of me because I'm a wimp to find a... roller coaster... made of trash. A cart made of trash came from the side and swooped up Ivy. She screamed in shock, as well as me. She went onto the track. Speed increased once she reached the top, and she flew off the tracks. Her head hit the ceiling hard and hit the ground super hard. I ran to her body and checked her pulse. Dead. Not again. We only met up again! I refuse to give in to sadness again. I looked around the room and found the door out. No going back.