FAKE

DECEMBER 3 2017 (8:57 AM)

The knife gleamed softly against the bright morning day of December. Ohio looked frozen both literally and figuratively. The weather fits well with the atmosphere of the town, no one was outside and no business seemed to be open. The town seemed as one of those dead towns you only see in the movies. On cold days like this, no one was really awake at 8:57. Only the people that had to get up really early but that was a few people on a Sunday. The frost on the windows spread onto the road like a frozen waterfall. The person holding the knife securely by their side walked down the street and checked on their side to check their phone. They threw their phone on the ground and shattered it to pieces and hiding it underneath the crispy snow. They put on a black hoodie over their long-sleeved shirt, placed on a silver reflective mask and proceeded down the road. They made sure no one was looking out their windows. Making sure they weren't getting caught. The house they were looking for was only a few blocks down and they'd get there soon. It has to be done. They got chills down their spine but shrugged it off. When you are about to commit a murder, one doesn't have time to regret their decision or back out. It has to be done. It has to be done. The person walks up to the house and looks through a window to a house located at the end of the street. A girl emerged from the kitchen of the house and crossed the window. She was wearing a pastel blue sweater and some joggers. She has brown hair, recently died. Blue eyes. Her name is Ashley. She was talking to someone on the phone and seemed to be upset. The person in the hoodie walked behind the house and located the back door leading into the kitchen. They reached behind the flower pots and found the spare key. Unlocking the front door, they slowly walked in and made sure not to make a single noise. Ashley hung up and walked upstairs. The shower turned on and the intruder relaxed their muscles and started walking around the house. They saw a picture of Ashley with a girl next to her. It was a girl named Jane. They used to be friends. There was a letter next to the picture but the person didn't read it. They continued walking around the living room and found more pictures scattered around of Jane, Ashley's parents, Evelyn, Jason, Andrew, all of them hanging out together. Too bad it was all going to end. The intruder found a CD player and turned the music all the way up. An unrecognizable song started blasting and the intruder sorted through the CD's and found St. Vincent's MASSEDUCTION in the pile, putting that one on. It was Ashley's favorite. It was going to be the last song she would hear before the unknown person ended her life. The music kept playing and Ashley still hadn't heard it since the shower was kept on. The phone to the house rang a number of times and no one answered. The person proceeded to walk upstairs slowly. They walked into Ashley's room and threw some of her clothes on the ground. Ripping some in the process. Ashley turned the shower off and the music was heard from upstairs finally. Ashley poked her head out from the bathroom and shrugged, grabbing a towel from the counter of the bathroom and wrapping it around her.

"Mom, is that you?"

No one answered and she walked into her room. The person was hiding in the closet on the far left of her room. The ripped clothes on the floor caught Ashley's attention.

"Jane?"

She went back into the bathroom and dialed Jane's number.

When Jane didn't answer she left a message.

"Jane. Look, I'm sorry. I wish we could be friends again but whatever you did four months ago, I'm not going to forgive you. You aren't my friend anymore and I'm sorry, but I hate you. You ruined my life. So stop being stupid and coming into my house to scare me and rip my clothes. That's just very pathetic on your part."

The song finished and the house was left in silence. Ashley hung up and threw her phone on the bed and picked up the pieces of clothing. She walked back into the bathroom and came back with a towel wrapped around her head and a pink Polo t-shirt on with some gym shorts. Ashley sat down in the chair in front of her desk and applied a thin layer of lip gloss. She got up and checked her phone again. No messages. No notifications. That's how it's been for the past four months. It's been the worst. It was all Jane's fault and her desire to be funny. Ashley had come to the conclusion that Jane did in fact post that on her story. It was a bullshit cover up that she didn't. She regretted doing it and that's why she denied ever doing it. Jane's the fake friend for doing that to Ashley.

The closet door creaked open and the person stood behind Ashley. Her heart started racing as she saw the dark figure looming over her. She grabbed the mini lamp from her desk and slammed it into the intruder's arm, shattering it. The person grabbed her by the hair and slammed her on the ground.

"Jane, is that you?"

The person shook their head side to side.

Ashley's face was brushed with an expression of confusion seeing her own reflection in the person's mask.

"Jason? Andrew? Evelyn?"

The person grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the mini hallway leading to the stairs. Ashley tried to regain balance and attempted to get up but the person pushed her back sending her crashing down the stairs, hitting her head on each step. She finally landed downstairs and crumpled over. The person wearing the hoodie took out their knife from their pocket and slowly walked down stairs. 
"Please. What did I do?"

The unknown intruder stared down at her and laughed. A muffled laugh. Indistinguishable laugh.

The person slammed the knife into Ashley's stomach. Blood pooled around the knife and poured out profusely to the floor. Blood dribbled down Ashley's mouth. The person plunged the knife again into her side and more dark red blood came splattering up. They stabbed Ashley, repeatedly and repeatedly with blood splattering all over their faceless chrome mask. Ashley screamed at such a high pitch that the person had to cover their ears.

The intruder finally punctured through her heart and Ashley's body went cold and frozen. The pool of blood still enlarging on the wooden floor. Ashley's body didn't move anymore.

The person smiled wide and dropped their knife. Removing the mask from their face.