Chapter Three

After spending a few minutes in his room, he decided to join the others as he was freaked out and wanted his mum to come home. As he entered the living room, the music was off and everyone was sitting talking about stuff when he entered. Katherine was crying.

“Katherine?” Steven went up to her to comprehend the problem.

“Jerk. Total jerk!” Flora sipped her glass of wine after complementing someone.

“Who’s a jerk?” Steven asked.

“Dave,” Amy replied to him. “He left your babysitter. He’s gone, little guy.”

“I’m 12 years old, Amy or whatever your name is,” he replied cockily.

“Steven, I’m so sorry about all this, ok?” Katherine apologised.

“That’s ok. I’ll be in the TV room watching my show, ok?” Steven left the room and went to the front door. The door was open. Not wide open. It was like someone opened the door, came in and shut it so that it wouldn’t make a noise if the lock closed. He slammed the door shut and bolted it. He ran to the patio doors and locked them, too. He entered the TV Room and was welcomed by his 75” television that had his episode of Family Guy still paused. There was a phone next to the sofa in the TV Room. He didn’t think it would work so didn’t try calling his mum. He looked at the window and was freaked out by something. On the windows was a handprint. It was a handprint. Red in solid colour. Blood? Paint? Katherine’s next prank?

“Stupid cow!” He closed the curtains and sat down, pressing play on the remote.

‘Lucky there’s a Family Guy. Lucky there’s a man who, positively can do. All the things that make us...laugh and cry! He’s a Fam-i-ly Guy!’ sung the rest of the Family Guy theme. The episode opened on Spooner Street inside the Griffin house. The Griffin family were watching one of their weird sitcoms when the power cut out. He’d seen this one a million times, for god’s sake. Then the phone rang. He was stunned for a moment.

“No way!” He groaned and reaches for the receiver.

“Hello?” He answered lazily.

“Hello? Steven it’s you again,” the person on the end of the phone said. “Let’s talk about Dave. He never ran away from Katherine. He is lying in your shed.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” Steven asked.

“He’s dead. And I’m coming for you next!”

Steven hung up the phone. If Katherine took out the phone she wouldn’t have put it back in. So who put it back in?

Steven dialled 999 and put the receiver to his ear.

“Hello, emergency services. What services would you require?”

“I’m getting obscene calls from a man,” Steven said calmly.

“Is it someone you know?” the operator asked.

“No. I know it isn’t. I think I’m in danger.” Steven was terrified.

“Alright. You say you’re in danger. Are these calls coming from someone who may want to hurt you?”

“Definitely. I’m having a party but I think he has killed one of the guests and he says he is going to kill me!” Steven was practically screaming.

“We will send an officer out now, son. Please stay calm,” then she hung up. Did she hang up or was the phone cut? She wouldn’t have just hung up. Would she have? There was no dial tone. His heart was pounding and he knew that he should have to go through to the people in the lounge and tell them what he has done. He jumped off the couch and ran to the lounge.

“Oh my god, Katherine, look who it is!” Harry moaned as Steven burst through.

“Katherine!” Steven ran to her.

“Steven? Are you okay?” Katherine took a sip of wine. His mum’s wine.

“Katherine. Someone’s outside and he wants to kill us!” Steven screamed.

Everyone laughed.

“Harry, go and check and see if he’s right. Please?” Hannah told him.

“For god’s sake are you kidding me? Alright, fine,” Harry agreed. He growled and walked past Steven to the patio doors.

 

Harry slid open the patio doors and shut them again. He looked at the shed.

“I’ll try there first,” he said out loud and walked over to the shed.

He swung open the door and walked inside. The light had been suddenly switched off.

“Must be automatic”, he thought.

He reached around for a light switch and found one sticking out of the wall. Once the switch was flicked, the sight he saw was horrifying. His friend, Dave lay on the ground, his face terribly mutilated and blood everywhere. It looked like that scene from the shining with the two dead girls. His breath choked him as he tried to gasp.

“D-D-D-Dave?” He screamed. “DAVE!” He burst out of the shed and bulleted to the house. He suddenly stopped and there was pain in his stomach. He kept going anyway but the pain got worse. He held his stomach. He thought he was going to be sick so lifted his hands away and looked at them. There was blood on his hands.  His eyes widened and his mouth began to leak. It began to leak blood. He could taste it. He turned around and looked at what made him injured. Wire. Razor-sharp garrote wire. It was still pinging. It was drenched all in blood. Then Harry fell apart, split in half horizontally. His hands fell off too as the wire cut through the bones of everything lower than his waist. He tried to scream but no sound would come out. There was movement behind the curtains of inside and suddenly Hannah witnessed Harry falling to pieces. She screamed and in the time of ten seconds, part of the group, Hannah, Flora, Dave, Steven, Katherine and Paul were staring at the mutilated Harry. Part of the group.

 

Jake and Amy were making out upstairs in Lauren’s en-suite bedroom on the bed. They had been doing this for a while but they never noticed the black-dressed figure watching them from the closed door, staring. Amy suddenly stopped kissing him and whispered.

“I think someone’s listening, babe!”

Jamie turned around and saw the killer standing there at the door.

“What the f...”

The killer raised a long machete and ran for the intimate couple who were in shock and couldn’t move. The killed raised the machete and plunged it deep into Jamie’s face. The machete drove through Amy’s face as it came through due to the killer’s strength. The couple lay still and bled and choked to death on the bed. The killer exited the room and went down the stairs for his next victim.

 

Downstairs, the survivors, Steven, Katherine, Flora, Hannah and Paul were grieving Harry’s death and were hidden in the dark lounge.

“Are the doors locked?” Flora asked and everyone gasped.

“The doors!” Steven shouted.

“Keep your voice down, idiot!” Paul whispered loudly at Steven.

“I’ll go and lock the doors!” Paul rushed up and ran out the door to lock the main doors. He came back again from locking the main door and ran through to the kitchen where he locked the patio doors and the back door. He came back with a beer.

“We have to get away in the cars!” Paul screamed and ran to the window.

“No!” He screamed as he stared at the sight that would make their escape impossible. The tyres of the car were slashed. The windscreen was broken into little tiny pieces. Paul looked at Katherine’s car and it too, was demolished.

Paul sat down and opened a beer that was lying on the table.

 “Are you kidding me, Paul?” Hannah screamed.

“There’s a mass murderer out there and you are drinking? Aren’t you drunk enough?” Hannah started to cry.

“Hannah, no. Please, don’t cry!” Katherine was crying too. Then she made herself stop and wiped her tears. Paul cracked open his beer and took a long sip. Everyone looked at him and saw him make a disgusted face. He took another sip and soon finished the whole can of beer. Suddenly, Paul threw up and he threw up a colour of blue.

“Oh my god! Paul drunk bleach!” Steven screamed as Paul fell down choking.

“Paul!” Hannah screamed and fell down beside him.

“Paul!” She turned him round in the safety position and began to perform CPR. Suddenly, blood burst from his throat and he was dead.

“No!” Hannah burst out crying and lay down on the round curled up in a ball.

“We have to get out of here! My mum’s work car is out the back. We can get away with that!” Steven suggested.

“Yeah! Good idea, Stevie!” Katherine was smiling.

“Where are the keys?”