Sunday night

His legacy continues.

North Charleston has a dark past. A man named Thomas Rinderfield was the worst nightmare for the people of this city. In 2022, X took over his legacy and began tormenting high school students on a Sunday night that Thomas Rinderfield had declared a rebirth.

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"We are all dead." he muttered.

"But that's not the way Thomas Rinderfield, the legend, operates." Jane swallowed hard. "He, he - he does not kill until nine of the clock."

"Maybe he's just trying to scare us. He scares his victims first before he kills." Joe was sweating more profusely.

He had barely finished his sentence when his phone beeped. He pulled it out of his trousers with a shaking hand. He was so tense that his breath caught. He tried to steady his breathing as he unlocked his phone with his fingerprint and headed for the message box.

"What does it say? Is it a text from your mom, because I really think right now it's just one of those creepy text messages we see in movies."

"Um... you might want to look at that." He handed her his phone and she put her hand over her mouth as she read the text;

:) Let us play a game

"What the hell."

Suddenly the doorbell rang and their hearts leapt. Joe's phone slipped from her hand and landed on the floor. They were so gripped with fear and Joe had wet his trousers. They could both hear each other's breathing and feel the anticipation of what would happen next. Joe reached for her hand and held it so tightly he did not want to let go. Oh no.

A very loud scream pierced the air.