A/N: S. Meyer owns Twilight. I'm just killing the characters.

I'm kind of afraid of this story..

Chapter Two

This is the house, Come on in. This is the house, Built on sin

This is the house, Nobody lives. This is the house, You get what you give

"How's Alice?" Edward asked, looking over at Emmett. They were in the storage room, putting Jasper's body down on the floor there and covering him with a blanket. Emmett shook his head, and then shivered.

"I think she's gone into shock. Jake carried her upstairs, and Rose followed." he answered, backing away from the body. Edward pulled the blanket over Jasper's face and avoided looking at the open eyes that seemed to stare into infinity.

The two of them walked towards the door, and after one last look at the covered shape, who had once been their best friend, Edward flicked the light switch and the room fell dark. They closed the door behind them and made their way back to the living room where Bella was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, arms around her legs while she rocked back and forth, not once looking away from the flames.

"Bella?" Edward walked towards her slowly, carefully, not wanting to scare her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and was not surprised when she flinched away from his touch. She turned her head and stared up at him, tears streaming down her face.

Edward sat down beside her, not letting go of her gaze. He spoke in a quiet, comforting voice. "My love, it's just me, It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you, you're safe."

Bella leaned into his body, sobbing uncontrollably.

Emmett sat down in the couch behind them and covered his face in his hands, "What are we gonna do?"

"We have to search through the house, and make sure all the windows and doors are locked." Edward said, looking towards the now closed door that lead out onto the porch. It had been open when they had found Jasper, so the killer must have come in through it.

They sat in silence for a while, until they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Jake and Rosalie appeared a few seconds later, both looking quite shaken and extremely tired.

"Alice's asleep. I think her mind is trying to protect itself, she fell asleep while I was carrying her up the stairs." Jake said, taking a seat next to Emmett. Rosalie went to sit in an armchair, pulling her legs up under her and looking around at the people in the room. She'd known them since she was little, but now, after the horror that had just taken place among them, she couldn't help but wonder how well she actually knew them. Rosalie didn't know this, but her thoughts were mimicked by almost everyone else in the room.

There was an eerie silence in the room, only disturbed by the crackling sounds from the fire, and Bella's sobs that grew fainter and fainter. She held on to Edward as if he was her only lifeline, and had no plans of letting him go.

The rain smattered against the windows and the storm showed no sign of letting up as the thunder rumbled on outside.

Emmett stood up suddenly, causing everyone to jump slightly. If it had been any other situation, the effect would have made him laugh. But laughing was the last thing Emmett felt like doing, so he simply muttered an apology and walked off towards the kitchen. The friends in the living room heard him search through the cabins for a while, and then the sound of glass clinking.

When he returned to the living room, he held a bottle of whiskey in one hand and 6 glasses piled on top of each other in the other hand.

"I think we could all need a drink right now." he said in a low voice, and began passing out glasses. Everyone nodded in agreement, and soon they were all sipping on the liquid, feeling warmth spread through their bodies and helping them relax.

After the bottle was finished, Bella went upstairs and check on Alice. Emmett, Jake and Edward decided that one of them would stay down in the living room for the night, keeping an eye on things. They were all exhausted and also a little drunk, and all of them yawned as they voted on who would get the first shift. Emmett lost, and so Rose, Jake and Edward made their way to the bedrooms upstairs to try and catch some sleep. All of them prayed that the nightmare would be over when they woke up again, and that the storm would have passed so that they could get reception on their phones again and call the police.

Bella had fallen asleep next to Alice, so Edward went to bed by himself, as did Jake and Rosalie. Any other girl would probably not have wanted or dared to sleep on her own after something like this had happened, but Rose was not just any other girl. She was probably the bravest of the whole bunch, she thought as her eyelids began to drop. She snuggled up with her pillow pressed against her cheek, and let sleep take her.

"Dear God, let this be all over when morning comes…" Emmett mumbled as he took a seat in the couch downstairs. He sat straight, fighting to keep his eyelids open despite his exhaustion. A battle that was lost even before it began…

Jake was surprised how tired he was, and figured that it probably had something to do with the whiskey. But even so, this was a different kind of sleepiness. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fight the overpowering desire to sleep. In the room next to him, Edward crawled into his bed, wishing he could have had Bella there next to him.

Hours later, footsteps could be heard through the house. If anyone would have been awake, they would probably have heard the sound of a window creak open, and then muffled screams as a hand was placed over a victim's mouth. There was a sound of a rope stretching, and then a crack as bones were broken. But no one else but the murderer and the victim was awake, and so the killer was able to go through with the deed and then creep back into the darkness…

When early morning came, Emmett was the first one to notice that despite his prayer, the storm had not passed or lessened at all. He rubbed his eyes, feeling drowsy and experiencing a strange headache that he had never gotten after drinking alcohol. He got up from the couch, wondering why Jake hadn't come down to wake him up when his shift ended.

"Fucking prick…" he muttered, making his way to the door leading out onto the porch. He needed fresh air to clear his thoughts, and he didn't care that the rain was still coming down heavily.

Opening the door, he took in a few deep breaths and was soaked through within 10 seconds.

Since he figured he couldn't get any wetter, he walked out onto the porch, looking down on the violent ocean beneath him. The house was built on a hill, and the ground fell away towards the beach. It looked very uninviting in this weather, but Emmett doubted that the sight of the rocky slope would be comforting in any weather. He shivered with cold after a few minutes, and so he turned to go back inside the house. He cursed as he remembered that there would be no hot water in the shower, since the power was still out. The wind whipped against his face, and he was just about to walk through the door when he heard a strange sound coming from his left.

Turning, he tried to see through the rain what was making that uneven, pounding noise. He looked up the house wall, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the raindrops.

The hand fell down to his side in slow-motion, and his breathing stopped altogether as he stared up towards the window at the second floor. A rope was hanging from the window, but it was what was attached to the rope that made Emmett's stomach turn with terror and fright.

Alice's body was limp as the wind pulled at it from all directions, making it smack against the wall again and again. Her eyes were not yet closed, and she stared lifelessly down towards the steep hill beneath her.

Emmett turned around and heaved all the contents of his stomach over the porch railing. His eyes filled with tears as he coughed and spat, gripping onto the wooden railing so hard that he got splinters underneath his fingernails.

"No, no, no…" he chanted, shaking his head and trying to block the horrible vision from his mind. Maybe when he turned around, she wouldn't be there. Alice, one of his closest friend, the most living and happy person he had ever known, she couldn't be dead. It couldn't be true, it made no sense.

He slowly straightened up, swallowed hard and prayed over and over that his mind had played some kind of sick game with him.

"Quite the sight, isn't it?" A familiar voice whispered close to his ear, and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he wasn't alone on the porch. Emmett turned quickly, and was met by a pair of excited, evil eyes.

"You!" Emmett called, eyes wide as he stared at the person before him. "What the hell have you done?"

"Nothing that wasn't very well deserved." A wicked smile, "You will all get what you deserve, I'm going to make sure of it."

"What are you talking about, what have we ever done to deserve…" Emmett trailed off, and a as he stared at the face of the killer, memories he had suppressed for so long suddenly emerged.

"No…" Emmett whispered breathlessly, terror making him unable to form any other words. Before he could react, something hard hit him smack in the face, causing him to lose his balance. The killer, who was smaller than Emmett, used that opportunity to shove its victim hard in the chest, and Emmett fell helplessly over the railing.

The killer was watching from the porch, making sure that Emmett wouldn't miraculously survive the fall. There needn't have been any worries. Emmett was dead before his broken body had finally stopped rolling down the slope, his head cracked open by the razor sharp rocks.

After one last look out over the stormy sea, the killer glanced up at Alice's lifeless body, smiled, and then walked back into the house, shutting the door and locking it.

CURIOUS! Do you have any idea who the killer might be? I would be really grateful if you (yeah, YOU! lol ) would leave a little comment? This story hasn't got that many readers (probably since this isn't a story about falling in love or yada yada, the kind of story most people wants to read) so I would love to hear from those of you who actually are reading :)

The song quote at the top is from "House of 1000 corpses" by Rob Zombie. It's super creepy. *shudders*