Trent gave the decision some thought on whether to help out Alejandro, or go on out and party mindlessly with the others. He could go down with Alejandro, and maybe form a realistic bond with him unlike his crumbling relationships with the others, or he could get drunk and forget the night ever happened. "I'm going."

"Really?" Alejandro gave him a smirk, walking closer to the fractured friend. "Wouldn't you enjoy being around Gwen more?"

"It's not okay if she's drunk, dude..." Trent frowned, walking through the cabin with Alejandro, heading to the basement. "Besides, I just want to talk. You're really my last shot to actually have a good weekend around here."

Alejandro nodded, as they walked through the cabin. Suddenly, they heard a bang coming from the floor above them, and their eyes immediately glanced to the staircase. "D-did you hear that, man?" Trent investigated.

"I heard it." He replied, and looked away heading for the basement door. "And besides, it's probably just Heather trying to get our attention. She is quite persistant."

Trent chuckled, resting his hand on the cold doorknob, and felt a gush through his body. He couldn't quite explain it, but he felt as if this were a bad idea. "I don't know what to say, but I just get a really bad vibe." Twisting the doorknob, he shuddered and expected something frightening, but nothing came.

Alejandro was confused by his paranoia. "Why are you flinching? I think you should go out there and party."

"N-no. No." Trent slowly and cautiously made his way down the stairs, shivering despite their being no change in temperature. "If I go out there and get drunk, it'll just be the same. Wake up next morning, pissy, and hate the world."

"And what's the difference by helping me out?" Alejandro questioned him.

"At least I'll be around someone who doesn't hate me completely." Trent replied, pointing a torch around the basement. "Well, you don't hate me completely, right? Heh..."

Alejandro attempted to be nice to Trent, giving the circumstances. "Well, I don't you hate you completely. And there are others I despise more than you, so I suppose you're not the worst one out here, if that's complimentary."

"I'll take it." Trent smiled, looking around the basement. "Great, no light switches only flashlights. So, where exactly is this boiler thing? You own this place, so I think you should know the whereabouts..."

"I try to forget much about this place." Alejandro frowns. "It's home to too much hasty memories."

Trent took a deep sigh, reflecting on the past year. "The reunion party she organized? Is that what you're referring to?" Alejandro nodded. "Yeah, that wasn't us at our greatest. But, I just want to put that behind us. We fucked up, and we deserve any kind of karma for that. It's just... hard to believe she's been missing for a year... all because of us..."

Alejandro finally found the boiler, walking over to it. Meanwhile, Trent observed his surroundings, and noticed something in the corner. He walked over to it, shining a light and realised what it was.

"The dollhouse..." Trent muttered. He peeked through the window, and what he saw shocked him. "Al, are you seeing this?"

"Please, give me a minute." Alejandro replied.

Trent tried to force the dollhouse open, but realised that there was a lock which required a key to open it. "Riiiight." He stood up, and pointed his flashlight around the basement, attempting to find the key.

"Hey, where are you going?" Alejandro yelled out to him. "Don't wander off too far..."

Most of the basement appeared to be random assorted items, and looked like an old sweatshop in China. But a few things stood out. Trent spotted a tacky closet in the corner, and attempted to force it open. "Come on... it's gotta' be in here..."

He pulled it open with so much force, he came tumbling back, and what he saw caused him to let out a scream. It was her. Sierra. Bloodstained clothes, purple hair covering her dirty face, hanging like a coat. Suddenly, her head rolled off and rolled beside Trent, who squealed and attempted to throw it away.

"S-Sierra! She's dead!" Trent yelled out.

Alejandro scurried over to Trent, pointing his flashlight at the discovery. He was shocked at first, but realised the truth to what he found. "It's a mannequin..."

"B-but... that's her clothes... What kind of sick fuck?"

"That's true... it's the exact some outfit she wore the night she disappeared, but that's not her body... but the blood... I think it's real."

"Dude..." Trent spotted the key on the side of the closet, and reluctantly picked it up. He lifted up the mannequin's clothes, revealing it was in fact not real. "Who the hell would do this? I knew this trip was a bad idea."

Alejandro attempted to relax his friend. "Stop worrying so much... I think we're finished here."

"Just hold up..." Trent said, walking back to the dollhouse, still scarred by what he saw. Grabbing the key, he opened the lock, and right as he pulled it open, he got the biggest scare of the night. A mutilated looking bird shot out via spring, chirping loudly, and sprung back into the dollhouse.

"Jesus!" Trent shot back. "Alright guys, enough jumpscares..."

"Wow..." Alejandro took a look into the dollhouse. "This is quite interesting."

Looking into the dollhouse showed dolls of each person's likeness all gathered in a room. Heather and Courtney were both under a bed, Duncan recording from the closet, Gwen and Trent behind the curtains, and Geoff standing in front of Sierra. Bridgette and Alejandro were not present in the house.

"It... It's just what happened..." Trent was shocked at the discovery. "Our exact positions... like someone was watching... But where are you and Bridgette?"

"Bridgette and I were not apart of this. I think it's a message." Alejandro commented.

"Oh... yeah..." Trent frowned, disgusted by the memory of what happened. "We were such idiots... such a harmless prank... and now she's gone. But who did this?"

"Who knows?" Alejandro questioned. Suddenly, they both heard a loud bang, and footstep noises. Their flashlights went off, and they backed up into a corner in the basement, both too frightened to make a run for it.

The intercom suddenly started. "Alejandro, Trent." Spoke a menacing voice of an unknown male. "I think you two know what's happened. Why don't I give you all a little recap? And, movie ditchers will be punished via execution.

Alejandro noticed something dripping above him. His eyes darted up, and he noticed an icicle about to fall and impale him. "Shit!" He quickly dodged out of the way, quickly avoiding his death.

Suddenly, an old fashioned film was projected onto the wall, counting down from 5 and eventually started and what they saw appeared to be captured on a form of security cameras throughout the cabin.

Sierra walked through the kitchen, giggling with glee as she saw a note which read: 'Sierra, meet me in the guest room. -Geoff'.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Sierra squealed, but then attempted to keep her voice down and control her excitement. "My first television crush... and now... my first... wait for it... boyfriend! Ooh, should I tell Alejandro? NAH."

Giggling, she ran upstairs to the guest room, in which the others were hiding as seen in the dollhouse.

"Dude, she's coming!" Geoff chuckled, while the others got into position, with Duncan having the camera positioned.

"The look on her ugly face is going to be perfect." Heather giggled while positioned under the bed.

"I can't believe she'd actually expect Geoff to cheat on Bridgette with her." Courtney also giggled under the bed. "What an idiot."

They all managed to quiet down, as Sierra entered the room cautiously, with cheeks more red than roses. Geoff gave her a flirtatious look, and she could barely control herself as she shut and locked the door.

"Hey." Geoff smirked at her. "You're looking good."

"Oh, uh..." Sierra chuckled to herself, looking as if she were about to faint. "You're looking pretty... HOT. SUPER HOT!" She giggled louder, and the onlookers tried their best not to blow their covers and laugh.

Geoff walked over to her smiling, making a move. "You know what would look better? Those clothes on the floor..."

Sierra bit her flip and looked down at her jumper, starting to unzip it. "Anything... for you."

The film cut to downstairs, where Alejandro is seen wasted on the counter, and Bridgette walks inside the cabin, heading over to the kitchen. "Al, when did you ever drink?" She smirked, and then noticed the paper on the counter.

"Oh no..." Bridgette gasped. "No, they're going through with it... I thought they said they wouldn't... Geoff! Oh my god, where is Sierra? We've got to warn her!" Bridgette attempted to wake Alejandro, but he slipped off the counter, onto the floor, still unconscious.

"Damn it!" Bridgette ran upstairs in an attempt to warn her friend of what they were going to do. "Sierra!"

Back inside the room, Sierra had dropped her jumper, and started lifting up her shirt to her bra. Suddenly, everyone burst into laughter, as Duncan revealed she was being recorded. "Geoff? W-what is this?"

Geoff couldn't contain his laughter, not even dignifying her with a response. Bridgette burst through the door, too late to prevent Sierra from following the instructions.

"Sierra, it was just a stupid prank... Come on." Bridgette tried to console her, but Sierra burst into tears and sprinted down the staircase. "What the hell, guys?"

"It was just a prank..." Heather rolled her eyes. "You've got to see the footage."

Bridgette tried to follow her down the stairs, followed by everyone else. She sprinted out the front door, spotting Sierra's tracks through the snow, as the blizzard and darkness hid the rest of her tracks.

"Bridge... I'm sorry." Geoff replied, attempting to apologize. "When she comes back, I'll make things right, okay babe?"

"You're the last person I want to talk to right now, and I doubt she would listen to you either." Bridgette stormed back inside the cabin, heading upstairs.

The tape finally ended, and Alejandro and Trent were shocked by the recordings. "I didn't know you were such a willing participant..." Alejandro muttered under his breath.

The voice came back over the intercom. "So, that's the story. But what happened after that? Want to know where your friend ran off to? I've got the answer. So buckle up, and enjoy what's going to appear."

The video started again, and Sierra could be seen running through the snow, while crying loudly. "I can't believe it..." She muttered, while tripping, eventually cowering down by a log in the snow, freezing. "They're not my friends..."

Sierra continued to drip tears while shivering, and suddenly, footsteps approached. "Who... who's there? Duncan? Alejandro?"

A hand extended out to Sierra, and she couldn't make out their identity. As she reached it and was pulled up, a large knife was revealed which dug deep into her chest. She gasped for air, as she coughed blood out of her mouth, and fell back. The pain was excruciating, and she was shocked by the violent reveal.

"Y-you're not... m-my... friend..." Sierra dropped to her knees, and tried to crawl away. As she pulled herself over the log, as blood poured out of her stomach region, the knife came digging into her back, as she shrieked for help...

The figure dragged her by the foot to the cliff's edge, pushing her by the edge, as she tried to stand up through the pain and make an escape. "Now, you've got one option..."

"N-no!" Sierra could barely speak through the pain, and freely fell back off the cliff's edge. She rolled down, her back landing onto a heavy boulder, her head slamming against another rock causing blood to splatter. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and the tape shut off, leaving Alejandro and Trent fearing for their own lives.

"You... you bastard!" Trent was infuriated with the clip. "You're going to jail..."

"Now, it's time to play my game." The voice stopped in the intercom, and they could hear his footsteps over the microphone.

"Let's get out of here!" Trent shout out to Alejandro, as both ran for the basement door. As they opened it, they saw it. His mask looked somewhat like a clown which had its skull revealed, and frilly hair coming out from it. His figure was similar to the unknown man in the video which murdered Sierra, and he was large and intimidating, holding a gas tank in one hand which he shoves over Alejandro's mouth, causing him to pass out.

Trent turned around and made a run for it, while the killer followed with a limp. "There is no escape." The killer spoke in his menacing voice, as Trent ran through the basement. He made a leap down the stairs which took him down further and further into the killer's lair, and spotted a set of photos of the friends, with a picture of Sierra with a cross through it. "What the hell?"

Trent turned back and saw the killer and continued running for his life. "HELP!" He continued to scream, but he had no one to turn back to.

"Son of a bitch..." Trent realised his path was blocked, and picked up a baseball bat from the ground.

The killer faced him, and Trent looked beside him, noticing a small vent. Should he run for it and attempt to crawl out? Or should he beat the bastard senseless with a bat, as the Killer isn't armed with anything but the suffocation device? These thoughts ran through his head and he was forced to make a split second decision.

THANKS FOR READING. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR ANSWER IN THE REVIEWS. WILL TRENT ATTACK THE KILLER, OR MAKE A LAST MINUTE RUN FOR THE AIR VENT?