"House party"

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"Which way?" I asked my friend I was on the phone with. "Are you at the where the dirt path splits off?" he said. "Yes, quickly my lantern is running low on fuel." "Go left, the house is a couple feet that way." 

I did and I couldn't wait to see my friends. It was three years ago when we first met. There was a similar situation right now. But I got lost and couldn't find my house. That was when... The house. I'm here. I was so ready that I almost forgot the stuff I had to do to get inside.

Shoes off and get ready for... The thing. I walked inside and they were already doing most of the work. They didn't even wait for me.

Welp, a least this ritual can let anyone in at any time. I smacked one of the victims down and took out my knife started stabbing repeatedly in the stomach, 1. Another, I heard another jump out an upstairs window. I ran and caught the big man and snapped his back with my knee. 2 down, 3 to go. 

In the house, I checked every room but no one was there. I ran upstairs and saw no one was there and heard glass breaking. That's when I saw downstairs, someone threw the lantern I had to start a fire.

 No. No I don't want to go. I just wanted to come back. Three years ago, I ran into the cult thinking of finding shelter but they killed me. That's why I was killing your friends. I wonder, where's my friend I was talking with earlier. 

"Behind you." Oh there you are where did you go. "Oh I was looking for victims for you and I got 3 for you." 

Perfect.

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