"C-Chris, you have to help me! They're going to kill me!" I ignored what he was saying. His lies got my wife and I arrested!
"Who is this?"
"Huh? It's Dan, your best friend!"
"I had a friend named Dan. He's dead to me now." Click. Maybe I was a little harsh, but I was right in the middle of a romantic evening with Elise when that couple that rented the cabin (even though Dan SWORE he rented it) walked in and called the cops. I can't believe I trusted him! Some best friend he is- was, that is. That's right. Dan who? I rolled over in the bed and fell asleep peacefully.
I was awakened by my wife, who was sobbing hysterically. Elise, crying? "C-Chris, the news!" I looked at the television screen, confused until the anchor carried on.
"At 1:17 this morning, a couple smelled blood outside their cabin. Underneath was the body of a young man, Dan. He was stabbed multiple times with scissors and strangely, other barber tools. The images of the body are too gruesome to show, and if there is a funeral, it will most definitely be closed-casket. Dan's friends and family, if any, will be contacted as soon as possible. In other news…" I sat on the bed, trying not to puke and pass out. Dan… dead? I thought of our last conversation and began to sob. It's all my fault…