CHAPTER NINE

Many minutes had passed and Stu had still not returned from getting a beer. A ringing sound comes from the phone and Indie being the only sober one, picked it up.

"Hello? Yeah? Holy Shit! No."

Indie hung up the phone before announcing the news to the rest of the group still left.

"Listen up! They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and

hung on the goal post in the football field."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go before they pry him down. Where did he say he was? The football field." The boys that were left ran out the room and out the house to go gawk at their Principal strung up like a flag.

"Come on! Where you guys going? We were just getting to the good part! Guess it's just you and me, Indie." Randy smiled, slinging an arm around Indie. Luckily, he was so drunk that his arm just slid off her shoulders so Indie didn't have to move away.

Half an hour later, Randy was drunker. Stu was still gone. Billy and Sydney were still upstairs getting busy.

"J- J- Jamie look behind you, Jamie look behind you! Look behind you! Turn around, behind you! Behind you Jamie, Jamie turn around." Randy yelled drunkenly at the TV.

A commotion outside caused both Indie and Randy to get up. Randy told Indie to stay inside the house whilst he went outside to investigate.


Sydney had burst into the house again, frightening Indie who rushed to the foyer to see what was going on. Her younger twin sister was pointing a gun at Randy.

"What's happening?" Indie asked warily.

"The killer. He's here. He got Billy." Sydney wept.

Billy rolled down the stairs covered in blood and landed at the Prescott twins' feet.

"Syd?" He groaned, getting to his feet.

"Billy?" Sydney gasped. "Oh B-B-, Are you okay? Okay? I thought you were dead. You're bleeding. Oh my god."

"We've got to get help." Billy gasped.

"Are you crazy? The killer's still out there." Indie gaped.

"Give me the gun. Give me the gun. It's okay." Billy soothed Sydney.

The petrified girl handed Billy the gun just as Randy came running up to the door. Letting Randy in, Billy locked the door again and an evil grin appeared on his face as he raised the gun.

"We all go a little mad sometimes." Billy giggled. "Anthony Perkins, Psycho."

Sydney kept begging Billy to stop but the deranged boy kept going. Scratching his head with the gun, Billy looked at the scene before him and couldn't help praising how well it had gone.

"Corn syrup." Billy licked his fingers. "The same stuff they used as pig's blood in Carrie."

"Where's Stu?" Indie panicked as Randy came to stand next to Billy.

"Help me please." Sydney begged Randy.

"Surprise Sydney." Randy said into the voice changer, causing the girl to let out a wail.

"What the hell did you do to Stu?!" Indie yelled.

"What's the matter, girls? It looks like you've seen a ghost." Billy taunted.

"Why are you doing this?" Sydney had tears streaming down her face.

"It's all part of the game, Sydney." Randy chuckled.

"It's called guess how I am going to die!" Billy finished.

"Fuck you!" Sydney screamed.

"No, no, no, we already played that game remember? You lost!" Billy giggled again.

It's a fun game, Sydney. See we ask you a question, if you get it

wrong, you die. Just like Stu did." Randy laughed.

"You get it right, you die!"

Indie sunk to her knees once she heard what Randy had said.

"What did you do to him, you sick bastards?!" Indie screamed, wanting to throw herself at the psychos.

"Well, we stabbed him a bit and then let him bleed out on the kitchen worktop. Sorry, Indie, your boyfriend is gone." Randy said with no remorse whatsoever.