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A/N: Yup, I should be studying, but I'm not.....oh well. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! (Hugs all of the people who have reviewed. "I love you guys!!!!")

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//Say hello to the night,

Lost in the shadows,

Say hello to the night,

Lost in the loneliness//

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Chris didn't sleep the night that he had read the "new" entry in Molly's journal. He brought his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth, staring at the journal as if it was going to grow a mouth and swallow him.

"It's not there. Not there. Can't be....Molly's dead. It has to be Shawn or, or Dave or someone playing a joke on me...." Chris muttered.

But not even Shawn would stoop that low.

Hell, If Hunter was still alive, HE wouldn't even stoop that low.

Chris kept rocking back and forth, and almost jumped out of his skin when the phone rang. He willed himself to calm down then he answered it.

"Hello?" he asked. There was silence on the other end.

"Hello?" He asked again. Still silence.

"Shawn, Dave, is that you?" he asked.

".....read...the....journal...." a voice whispered into the phone.

"Who is this?" Chris demanded. He was starting to freak out.

"Molly....who else would it be?" Chris slammed the phone down.

"You lie!!! Molly is dead!!" he screamed to the empty room.

"Read the journal!!!" Molly's voice screamed over the phone that he had hung up.

"Oh Jesus..." Chris said, wanting to sink into a hole and die. He reached over and grabbed the journal. He opened it to the page that he had started reading. The words had changed.

"May 13th

Watched Hunter die today. I was very satisfying to see the look he had on his face before I killed him. I'm contemplating killing the others as well...Think maybe I'll start with Shawn. Shawn and Hunter always seemed to be like peas in a pod. Monkey see, monkey do, what I see is monkey poo. Maybe then I'd kill Dave. He was kind to me, yes, but still.....the way he betrayed me like that.....I don't know how forgiving I am. I'm thinking along the lines of Lizzie Borden grabbed an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks, and when she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty-one. Finally, there's Chris. Good, ole' sweet loveable Chris. Maybe if he rights his wrongs I'll forgive him. Maybe. To be, or not to be..that is the eternal question, isn't it???"

Chris stopped reading. The question 'isn't it?' was written all over the rest of the page. With trembling hands he closed the journal and set it on the bed.

"She's gonna kill us. She's gonna kill all of us." He muttered.

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