Part 5

Hours later, the lights turned back on and the three housemates slowly looked around each room, searching for the figure who attempted to hurt Jordan before she fell down the stairs. Once the search ended, Joey and Clay led Jordan back into the living room, where she sat down on the ratted couch and looked away from them slightly.

"Feel like telling us what happened?" Clay asked while Joey crossed his arms.
She nervously looked at them and said, "I saw it. This… dark figure was standing in the middle of the hallway. It was holding a knife in its hand and…"

Jordan sighed and held her forehead while the two men continued to stare at her with concern.

"Maybe your mind's playing tricks on you," Joey said as he walked over to the window to watch the skies change, "I mean, it's usually common for most victims who are still struggling with…"
"Wait," Jordan said, standing up from her seat, "Are you trying to tell me that I'm a liar?"

Joey turned around angrily and replied, "You tell me."
"Joey, c'mon," Clay said, "Leave it alone."
"I know what I saw! And I knew what was gonna happen if I didn't run for my life!" Jordan yelled.

"You know what, Jordan?" Joey asked angrily, "You're nothing but a leech...and an absolute liar."

Jordan's eyes widened as he continued to talk.

"Ever since the day you came in, you've been putting on an act that's just driving me up a frickin wall!"
"Joey. She's just…" Clay started to say.

Joey turned and said, "Shut up! Don't even try to side with her right now!"

He turned back at Jordan and continued.

"You're the most irritating person I've ever seen! Acting all shy and quiet, pretending to be so damned innocent! Trying to hang on for protection…"
"Joey! That's enough!" Clay yelled out.
"Well, you're not fooling me, that's for sure. You sure the markings on your wrists are related to a cult of some sort? Or are you just some crazy, suicidal misfit? Or maybe…just maybe…you're the responsible person for the death of my friend's fiancée…"

"What?" Jordan asked, stunned and in shock.

Clay grabbed Joey by his shoulder and punched him in the face. Joey glared at him for a moment and punched him back, signaling the start of a fight.

"Guys, C'mon! Stop it!" Jordan yelled, trying to break the both of them up.

Jordan walked over towards them and tried to break them apart, but she was quickly smacked in the face by one of their sparring hands. The two men stopped and looked at Jordan, who held her face in shock.

"Aw, forget this," Joey said, walking away from the both of them and heading towards the stairs, "You guys do your own thing, and I'll do mine. Right, Clay?"

Joey slowly walked up the stairs and headed to his room, slamming the door behind him. Clay walked over to Jordan, who was holding her face and looking down.

"You OK?" Clay asked, staring down at her.

Jordan said nothing and continued to stay silent.

"Look, don't worry about Joey. He's got his own issues to wrestle around with. It has nothing to do with you."
"I'm sorry that I… got in the way," Jordan said, staring up at Clay, "I was just trying to help."
"Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal."

(To be continued...)