Nightmare?

Nightmare? 6

Masons POV

"Hey! I'm so glad to be home!" I scream at my family when I get dropped off at my house by my friend and his family.

"Good to see you Mase'" my brother laughs. "So how was it?" My father asks. "Did you have fun hun?" My mom asks.

"Yeah it was great" I state answering both their questions.

"How was your camp bro?" I ask my brother.

"It was good. I have a surprise for you on your bed"

"Really?" I ask in disbelief. My brother is too cruel to get me anything a lot of the time. Maybe it's different?

I make it up the stairs to my bed room and I throw my bag against the wall as I walk it. I turn on the lights and I see it. The box. A coffin?

"What is this?" I ask cautiously to my brother who has been following me up the stairs to my bedroom.

"A coffin can't you tell? I made it at the movie camp. The goal was to make a prop for different scenes in a movie. Look here, I carved you name in it." He says and gestures to the large letters spelling "MASON FREE."

"Am I supposed to use it?" I ask. I am now more scared of his mischievous grin that now dances on his face.

"Yes tomorrow I invited a friend if yours to your 'funeral'" he says with air quotes. He heads toward the hallway stopping at the doorway. "You should really change your phone password by the way" he sideway glances back with a smirk then exits.

As soon as the words leave him I reach for my phone that lay on my headboard. I had left it here because the camp didn't let me use technology. I should have known to hide it or lock my door but no.. I didn't.

I look at my texts and I remember sending them. I look at my snapchats and I remember sending them. I look at my kik messages and I remember sending them.

I finally look at my Facebook messages and I look at the last person it said I messaged. I did not send these. I read over the messages. My brother stating my suicide and shorty not wanting to go to my funeral. Would she really not show? I read further and she says she will come. Nice to know.

I send a snapchat to her saying it was my brother faking it. Then I send a picture to make it clear I am alive.

I walk over to my bed and trace my name on the top. I remove the lid and there are makeup in it. White purple and black. The package says it should be used for zombie makeup. Appealing.

Along with the makeup is a folder. On the folder is a sticky note with my brothers hand writing saying "tell me if you're in." I dig in the folder flipping though the pages. It's mostly pictures of people in coffins and the bruises around the neck of people being hung or strangled. Along with these pictures is a list if things I will need to do and wear if I'm going to go through with this.

After rummaging around with everything I knock on my brothers bedroom door. He announces "come in if you dare" his usual threat.

I open the door and lean against the doorway not knowing what to say. "Well?" My brother questions.

"I'm in"

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