After the murders two years ago, Mason began to receive anonymous messages who knows what he did to his friends and sister, Jenna. His new friends began to receive anonymous messages too. One by one things started to get twisty. Will Mason survive t...
Mason's phone began to buzz again. He was frozen in fear; terrified. With that, he took out his phone, quickly draw the simple shape to open it. As he did, innumerable of remorseless images and emails flooded through. He groaned and buried his face into his hands. "You got to be kidding me."
The images was Alex, his dismembered crushed head, joystick and fingers scattered across Mason's bed. Alex's rib cage hung on the bed headboard. His eyes wasn't leaving his phone, glaring at the rapidly images and emails.
He was trembling. The images kept replaying in his mind over and over again. The thoughts of his ex's dismembered body parts scatter across his bed were horrifying.
Whispers and insolent stares were made as his best friend, Pistol approach his seat next to him. Pistol met Mason with 'you're getting stares again' glare.
Mason quickly turned off his phone. "I know."
Buzz "Not again!" Mason thought. His mind kept playing the images and text messages. It was way too much.
He quickly took out his phone from his pocket and glared at it for a minute. The text message was attached with a small clip of him next to Pistol.
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Mason twisted his head over his shoulder, he glared back in the classroom and took notice that nobody were on their cell phone. He turned back and tried his best to pay attention at his gymnasium worksheet.
"Just a few more questions," Mason thought. "Then I could run some laps."
The bleacher commence to rattle and startled Mason, the hefty sound of footsteps approaching him diversion to tackle on his school task. Whispers started to flood through the thick air of reek odor and savor. Mostly, the reek odor.
"He lost everyone." "I wonder if he knows who murdered those classmates." "The unexpected survivor." "Who is he?"
** Pistol pulled into the parking lot near the new gymnasium building. He traveled his free hand towards the gearshift and placed it in park. "You don't need me to go with you?"
Mason got a sniff of bourbon on Aiden's breath. He shook his head. "I'll be right back," he said. He quickly got out of the car and made his way towards the back of the school.
The school property was peaceful and quiet; nobody in sight and chitchatting. The sound of crickets chirping set the mood. The nighttime scenery was beautiful.
His black converse boots made himself known. He eyed the narrow sidewalk that led to each buildings that the school property sat on. An overwhelming feeling began to flow through his mind. His palms were sweating.
"Just a few more steps," Mason quietly said. He turned his head back and took noticed that Pistol kept his words. "Can't back out now.."
After fifteen minutes of walking, he took a left and finally was behind the school. Nobody was in sight neither was any vehicle. It was empty except for a dumpster that was filled to the rim and himself. "The text said to meet here," Mason mumbled under his breath.
A figure emerged from behind the dumpster. It worn baggy clothings, a leather mask, and black gloves.
He angled his head and knowledge the familiar mask. It was his mask. He remembered he carved his initials into the forehead. He took noticed that the hips seems to be curved and his eyes drifted off to the ax in the figure's hand. "What do you want from me?"
The figure chuckled blood-curdling. It quickly took out their phone and began to text away. The gloves were latex. With one swift move, they sent the message.
Buzz. Buzz
"I want you to pick who I should murderer tonight...xoxo" the text read.
Mason paused. He couldn't pick; they're his friends. if he could pick, he would chose Aiden. He almost found out Mason took his sister, Amber's life away. A shiver ran down his spine. "I can't choose"
"You have to," the voice began. It was muffled and sinister. They were using a device to change their real voice. "Pick!"
The figure slid a box against the pavement towards Mason. The box was a crimson color, middle size, and had pictures of him and his friends on the lid. Mason sat the lid to a side and he lifted the object up and stared at it for a bit. The object was a lamb head sewed onto a doll's body. The clothing was pieces of skin made into a dress. The shoes was red and seemed to have white legging on. It had doll's hands.
It was terrifying yet soothing for Mason. There was something about it made it had a soothing feeling. He couldn't put his finger on if it beautiful sculpture head or the creative the figure had.
"Fine," Mason said. His eyes were drawn to the ground. He felt guilty and that he can't do anything else after this. It'll be his fault for whoever he choose. "I'll tell you."
