I approached Spencer's house feeling a harsh chill in the air. Small goose bumps had risen on my skin and I hoped that it was much warmer inside. Knocking on the door I felt the cold wood move beneath my hand, leaving the house open for me to enter. Shrugging I walked into the large foyer, recoiling at the horrid smell.
"What died in here?" I yelled hoping one of the girls would come to me. The house was deadly silent and I wasn't too sure where the girls were. I began to walk deeper into the house, but the smell got worse and worse.
"Anyone home?" I yelled out shaking with the cold. If I thought outside was bad, then Spencer's house was like a freezer. Looking down at the ground I noticed a trail of red spots and muddy footprints, so stupidly I began to follow them. When I reached a door that the trail led into I braced myself. There was what looked like bloody handprints covering the door which was slightly ajar. Taking a short breath I nudged the door open with the point of my heel and took a tentative step into the room. It was pitch black, but I knew I was in the right place due to the horrid smell. Flicking the small light switch on the wall I noticed the light bulb was out and I sighed. I would have to rely on my failing eyesight.
"Hello?" I called into the empty air in vain. I had seen enough horror movies to know that the bad guy never responds-they just come up behind you lock you in the room, hit you over the head. Suddenly feeling worried I whipped around, but was thankful nobody was there. That was when I heard the small, faint giggles coming from deep within the room. Of course. The girls were playing a trick on me, I meant there couldn't actually be something dead in Spencer's house. Emily had told me to meet them here.
"Funny guys, jokes over." I said jumping at the slamming of the door behind me. When no one responded I called out again, but to no avail. I found my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see streaks of blood on the ground this time leading behind a couch. After a few short seconds I got over myself and walked towards the couch. Nothing was wrong, nothing ever goes wrong in perfect Rosewood under the perfect Hastings' roof...right? When I saw it I let out a piercing scream, this couldn't be happening. Stumbling backwards I fell against the door, desperately trying to open it. I started banging on the door, screaming for help, but the house remained quiet and still. It wasn't fair. He couldn't be dead. The DiLaurentis family had been through too much already. They couldn't cope with another dead child, Jason would be alive. This is all just a trick. A sick twisted trick.

"Hay Niki it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." Spencer whispered into Nikita's ear. The sirens sounded in the background as the still body was removed from the house. Spencer had her arms wrapped tightly around the girl, pushing her face into the hollow of her neck to hide the horrors from the girl. Nikita had been trapped in the room with Jason for so long and Spencer could feel the terror radiating from her. Spencer turned to see the rest of the girls approaching them, finally finished giving their statements to the police. Emily took one glance at the girl quivering in Spencer's arms and felt like throwing up. It had been Emily herself that had rung Nikita inviting her to Spencer's. If she had pressed that Nikita come in an hour, or just not rung at all things could have turned out differently. Nikita didn't need anymore emotional scars.
"Emily, don't beat yourself up about this. It isn't your fault." Aria placed a frail arm around her friend's shoulder.
"Come on Ems. She didn't get your text saying we were at The Grille. You can't blame yourself for that." Hanna added mimicking Aria's actions.
"I just can't help but feel like I could have prevented this." Emily shrugged flopping her head down on to Aria's shoulder.
"Don't say that!" Nikita angrily spoke to Emily, "It's not your fault at all! We're lucky I was there. We don't know how long Jason could have waited in there. Spencer even said that her family wont be home till next week and she is staying at Hanna's." Emily bowed her head and mumbled some sort of apology, but Nikita immediately felt bad. She hated seeing Emily that way.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to blow off at you like that." This time it was Niki hanging her head in shame, she had away of getting angry at people who didn't deserve to be yelled at.

I sat on Spencer's lawn, lying in between Tom and Jesse. All the ambulances, police officers and forensics had finally left and the group of us had fallen into a tired heap, not caring to move. Emily had left to be with Paige at the same time the boys had arrived and to be quite honest it was comforting having them there. Blake had bought me a change of clothes knowing that the clothes I was wearing of Aria's were blood stained.
"How are you holding up?" Blake asked approaching me with a freshly made hot chocolate. Little marshmallows and all. A small smile spread across my face which was met with a flash of the cold lifeless eyes that belonged to a once so alive Jason.
"I can't stay in Rosewood tonight. I need to get out of here." I replied pushing away the drink in his hand.
"Yeah of course. We were gonna go to Noel's lake house, but thought we wouldn't because of Jason. I'm sure we can still use it though. I'll call him now." Blake warmly smiled before walking away to make the call. It sounded like a great plan, my only hope is that Noel isn't there. But then I don't have the best of luck do I?