A/N- ALRIGHT MY TURN FOR A CHAPTER THIS IS DERPY MELON AND YOU GUYS ARE IN FOR ONE HECK OF A RIDE. SO IN EACH CHAPTER, WE'LL MAKE A LIST OF WHO'S DEAD AND WHO'S ALIVE. CURRENTLY-

Grace
John
Layla X
Maria
Preston X
Jennifer
Michelle
Victoria
Brandon
Michael
Patrina
Max

LEZ GOOOO

Max's POV

"WHAT?" Robbyn's shrill voice echoed through the mansion. "NO! NO! He... Preston can't be... my baby... he can't be... dead!"

"I'm sorry Robbyn. He's.." I choked on the words. "...gone."

Robbyn was a mess. Her overused makeup was smeared everywhere as she clutched her boyfriend's shirt.

"Preston... come back... I.. miss you..."

Killer's POV

Where... where was I? Who was I? How did I get here? I glanced down. I was slightly transparent, yet still standing on the floor. I randomly grabbed at a flowerpot on a windowsill, expecting my hand to go right through it. Instead, it fell out of the broken window with a loud crash as my hand touched it.

I could hear shouting and crying come from below me. Yet a whisper drowned all of them out.

"Kill your killer to be free."

So I was murdered? Well that's unpleasant.

Oh, I want so desperately to get out of here. It's stuffy and cramped and just unsettling in general.

It felt wrong and right at the same time, but I was okay with killing someone to get out. I just had to hope that I didn't know them when I was alive.

I stepped downstairs to see a girl sobbing over a body. I ignored her. She definitely couldn't be a killer. It didn't occur to me that there was something wrong with a body just laying there.

Well, if I wanted to get out, I would just use process of elimination. I saw a huge group of people all huddled together. I had to draw one of them away.

Looking quickly, I grabbed a metal baseball bat laying by the door and swung it at the floor as hard as I could. With a crack, shards of wood fell down. Yet the group of people were talking so loudly that none of them seemed to notice. Expect for a little girl.

She pulled out of the group, looking around in confusion. I grinned in delight.

I ran up a flight of stairs, smashing something else. My victim followed.

In this matter, I had her follow my trail of destruction until I reached an isolated what-used-to-be bedroom. That's when she noticed the floating baseball bat.

The girl uttered a little shriek and turned to open the door, but I was one step ahead of her. I had locked it.

The girl stared at me in horror and for one unsettling second, it felt like she could see me. I started to walk towards her, the baseball bat swinging ominously. She dashed around me, to another side of the room. I ran after her, cornering her.

It was over with one swing. With a sickening crack, the girl fell over, blood pouring out of a wound in her head. Her eyes glazed over, dull and unseeing.

Victim one, down

John's POV

I heard a shriek from upstairs, one that I would recognize anywhere.

"MICHELLE!" Instantly, I ran up to find a horrifying sight. Michelle was laying on the ground (AND NOW IM LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND), blood gushing out of a wound in her head. It was evident that she was dead.

Crap. What were Mom and Dad going to think? (what a great brother)

3rd Person POV

Everyone crowded into the bedroom, shrieking and whispering amongst themselves.

"WHO DID THIS?" John demanded, tears pooling in his eyes.

"It was probably either Robbyn or Grace!" Maria accused. "They weren't with us! They were crying over their boyfriend or best friends!"

"Why would we kill an innocent child?" Robbyn demanding, looking like she was about to cry again. "I've already lost Preston! Why would I want to loose another friend?"

"And besides, look!" Grace said, pointing at a baseball bat next to Michelle's body. It was covered in blood. "Isn't that Max's?"

"WHY WOULD I KILL MY OWN GIRLFRIEND?!" Max shouted. "I LOVED HER AND NOW YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF KILLING HER! FOR ALL WE KNOW, IT COULD HAVE BEEN JOHN!"

Max's face was beet red and he looked like he was going to start crying at any minute.

"She's my sister! I'm not that sadistic!"

"Guys...?" Victoria spoke up for the first time. "This might sound silly, but... what if it was Old Man Louistown? What if.. he's trying to get revenge on us for entering his house?" Her voice got shrill. "All those other guys who came in before us.. you know how they were not the same! They were crazy! What if he's here? What if he's plotting who's next?" She collapsed into Brandon's arms, crying.

"Shhhhh... it's okay. It wasn't the old man."

"Well then, who was it?" John demanded. "She's got a valid point! He always did seem to hate Michelle..."

"... yeah. What if he is here? What if i'd ghost is here, watching us, planning who to kill next? Who else would it be?" Max said.

That night, no body got even a lick of sleep. They were too terrified to talk, terrified of what lurked there, terrified of who was slowly picking them off one by one.

But yet again, the only thought going through John's head was how much trouble he was going to be in.

A/N- AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! HOWS THIS CHAPTER! MICHELLES DEAD, EVERYONES TICKED OFF AT EACH OTHER, JOHN IS A TERRIBLE BROTHER, AND NOBODY CAN SLEEP! THANKS FOR READING AND PEACE! ✌️