"Let me through! Let me through!" The blue hooded youtuber pushed his way through the crowd, his hands shaking with fear of what he would see.
"A group of YouTube's famous gamers..." He heard a reporter say as he passed them. "Found dead early this morning by the Winchester Mystery House staff when they heard yelling outside..." Jonathan continued pushing through the crowd till he reached the gate, still hearing the reporter's haunting words. "One has yet to be found...This is a serious blow to the YouTube community."
"Please you gotta let me in! Those are my friends! My name is Jonathan! Please!" He begged the police officer standing by the yellow tape. "Please they are my friends! They called me during the night...They were frantic, begging for help! I heard gunshots!" Jonathan yelled, tears falling from his face. After speaking with a detective, the officer let Jonathan through.
"Can you tell me the circumstances of these Skype calls that you received from them?" The detective asked as they escorted Jonathan away from the crowd. The flash of a camera caught Jonathan's eye, his head turning to see a group of investigators taking photos of evidence among the flowers. As they passed, Jonathan caught sight of a body hidden by a white blanket, the brightly patterned sock covered feet left bare.
"They...They..." Jonathan found himself unable to talk, his eyes on the bright patterns of cartoon monkeys on the socks.
"Sir? Are you alright?" Jonathan nodded, trying to compose himself.
"I wasn't able to go on this trip...It was just a fun night to promote a game some of the guys had a part in making. They told me they would call me so I could at least be a part of it." Jonathan explained, his eyes on the flowers that gently swayed around the body of his friend. "It started off fine...They called me a few times during the evening, just having fun. Then...Just after midnight...I was woken up when they called me...Freaking out because Moo..." He trailed off, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Moo?" The detective seemed confused.
"Nickname." Jonathan said, forcing himself to look away from the flowers. "Brock had fallen down some stairs and died...I don't know how. They just said he tripped but others said he was pushed. They couldn't contact the police or the staff. Then they called me not long after...When...When Luke...He was scared and angry and he had a gun. Then I heard a gunshot and the call was ended." Jonathan remembered the last call with Lui when he spoke like it was the last time. He wondered if it really was or if he made it longer. He decided not to tell the detective about that call.
"Would any of them have any reason to harm each other?"
"No. No we all love...Loved...Each other. None of us would do this unless possessed." Jonathan laughed shakily. "It's impossible."
"Can you stay here...We'll need to get a record of the times they called." The detective explained. Jonathan nodded, looking back at the flowers and the bloodied monkey socks. He glanced at the front door, seeing it open as an officer walked out. He had to find the others, confirm that it was really true. He had to know what happened to his friends.
Taking deep breath, he ran towards the door, ignoring the officer that tried to stop him. He knew Lui was outside, laying among the flowers. He almost made it out, he had been so close. Jonathan turned the corner and found another body hidden by a white blanket. The floor was stained red, glinting in the light as Jonathan stepped closer. He lifted up the cover slowly, seeing Craig underneath. He set the cover back down, continuing to search the house. He found another, almost throwing up at the sight of the head smashed in. He could barely recognize Luke. He choked back sobs as he headed up the stairs, finding Brock at the bottom of another set of stairs and Daithi sprawled on broken glass and Brian bruised and pale.
Tyler was the last one he found, against a blood stained wall and a white blanket over him. He felt sick, tears falling uncontrollably from his eyes as sobs shook his shoulders. He couldn't find Evan, which meant there was a possibility that he was still alive. He had to be but that could also mean that he was responsible for this massacre.
"So delirious…" A voice sang softly from the hall behind him. Jonathan felt chills run through him; the voice sounded so familiar but so inhuman. "Out of my mind…" Jonathan turned slowly as he got his feet, seeing nothing a dark empty hallway.
"Hello? Who is there?" He couldn't hear the police or the crowd outside. He couldn't hear anything except for that voice.
"So delirious….Out of my mind…" Jonathan turned, coming face to face with Evan who smiled strangely at him. It seemed like he was the only person he wanted to see in the whole world and it scared the hell out of Jonathan.
"Evan...Evan are you okay? What happened to you?" Jonathan stepped towards him. As he got closer, he could see all the blood on him and the darkness of his eyes. He gasped, stepping away from the monster with his friend's face. "Where is Evan? What did you do to him?"
"You are never going to leave this house." The sounds of the clock ringing the hour echoed through the dark halls. "You are never going to leave this house."