Looking through the windows, Jason watched as Sandra went down to the cabins with Samara and Carrie. "Well, they sure got on fast." Norman stepped out, he'd been put on babysitting duty, "But women do that."
Jason gave him the one finger salute, then signed, "Just like you and I did?"
"No, that was because you beat the shit out of Freddy."
"True. But you don't talk about Sandra like that."
"Fair enough. You still going to be at the group sessions?"
"Occasionally, depending on what happens, I do a lot of writing."
"The journal thing, seems like it works for Mike too." He heard the clown snicker.
Jason glared at him, and walked out at Sandra's signal. "What do we do?"
Glaring at the clown, Jason began signing instructions, and directing everyone to their places. Eventually meeting up with Sandra, he looked at her, "Are you ready for his?" she asked.
He nodded, and they all began to approach the cabins….
Fedrick was stocking up on ammo, all the servants had been mauled by wild animals, and he was the only survivor next to his wife who was hysterical and still claiming that their own daughter was the woman in the fox mask. Dialing his son's phone number, he was glad to hear the boy pick up on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Son, have you heard any more about your sisters?"
"No, you should just get over the fact that they're likely in the grave Dad."
"Your sister had no right to disobey me."
"Dad, you literally were treating the baby like crap, did you not expect Sandra to do something? She's always been the wild one out of the three of us, but she had a damn good reason to do what she did."
"I refuse to believe that." He hung up the phone, noticing a tall shadow there, but it wasn't the same one as before.
"Time to float…."
Fredricks blood ran cold, as he knew the voice, his wife had come from an Asian family, but he'd been born in Derry Maine, grown up there, and knew damn well what said that. Panic began to flood in as he remembered all the lives lost, and how many children had been devoured. "NO, stay away."
A hand crashed through the window, paper boat in hand, "What a nice boat, do you want it back?"
That was all they needed. Sandra and Jason jumped at the chance, and knocked her parents out while Carrie tied them up and Samara just looked at them. Looking out to the window once they were unconscious, they both waved as each returned to their perspective home. With a great effort, she and Jason dragged her parents off to their car, and she programmed in the route to New York. "Wait." She turned back and went down to the mine, smelled terrible, but had what she needed. Returning, she stuffed the carcass of the officer she'd bludgeoned to death in their trunk while using her father's hands so that his prints were all there was. Then silently, she took an old knife, put it in her father's hand and slit her mother's throat, "You'll never be out on the streets again…."
