Alicia pulled up to Simon's house. A frenzy of policeman and paramedics swarmed the driveway. Mickey and Simon's parents were sitting near an ambulance. She could hear his father asking him questions as his mother sobbed. Alicia walked over to them slowly. A breeze slid past her, making her shiver. Simon's mother looked up at Alicia.

"Mrs. Griffon, I-" She was stopped as the woman grabbed her and hugged her.

"You…saved my baby…" She told her, choking back sobs. When she let go, Mickey got up to hug her. When he was done, Mr. Griffon nodded to her. Alicia walked towards the house slowly, pushing past some paramedics. When she got in, she saw Simon.

His body was twisted in a horrible position from landing on the banister and stairs. His face was smashed in and mangled beyond repair. Alicia's face turned into an O of horror. Two paramedics lifted his body into a black bag and began to wheel him away. Simon was dead, and she couldn't help him. A female paramedic walked by her, and Alicia grabbed her arm.

"Ma'am, do you know how he died? Like the cause?" Alicia asked her.

The paramedic looked around and said "It's very weird. He fell from the second story, and his face was crushed by a dollhouse. But the odd thing is, everything that happened to him seems to have been strategically placed. Look, I'm sorry about your friend, I really am, but you can't do anything for him," She told her, motioning to the black body bag.

Something didn't seem right. First Heather, now Simon, it was as if something was going down a list. She looked at Mickey, who was shaking and under a blanket.

"Would you mind if I talked to Mickey alone?" Alicia asked Mr. Griffon. He nodded, so she took Mickey's hand and walked to her car.

"Mickey, did anything weird happen, you know, before…" Alicia asked him, motioning towards the house.

Mickey looked around and said, "I felt something. It was cold and creepy, and I saw a shadow go by me, before I went downstairs. I didn't think it was anything, so I kept goin' to the kitchen."

Alicia felt a chill go down her spine. She heard the leaves move and turned around. Nothing was there. She thanked him and told him he could go back to his parents. After hugging them one last time, she sped off to her house.

Alicia walked into her house, threw her keys onto the table, and ran to her room. She grabbed her phone to call Kyle, but then looked at her clock. It was 12:30 in the morning, Kyle would either be high or asleep, so she decided against it. She slammed her picture of the group off of the table and fell on her bed.

She sobbed. Alicia, who hadn't cried when her dog died, sobbed. Two of her friends were dead and she didn't know why. She cried until she fell asleep.

Kyle woke up with a start. His phone rang at 9:00 and scared the crap out of him.

"Mm, hello?" He answered, his grogginess drowning out any tone of being awake.

"Kyle, we need to talk. Come to the coffee shop downtown. I'm serious, it's urgent." Alicia told him sharply, all of the sentences were in danger of swallowing each other.

"Yeah, okay, gimme thirty minutes."

Kyle found Alicia at a table, holding a few pictures and a paper. He walked up to her and she got up and hugged him tight. She let him go and they both sat down.

"Did you hear about Simon?" She asked him. Her eyes had bags on them, as if she had only gotten a little bit of sleep.

Kyle shook his head, "No, what happened?"

Alicia held back a sob, "He died last night from some weird accident. He fell from his upstairs and his head got crushed by a dollhouse."

Kyle's eyes widened. He slammed his fist onto the table and got up. He walked into the coffee shop and into the bathroom, where he cried. After a few minutes of silence, he came back out and looked up at her. "Is this all you had to tell me? You could've saved us the drive here."

She slid the pictures to him. He picked them up and stared at them. There was one of Simon, whose face was blocked out by a shadow or something. Then Heather's, whose face and body was blurry. Kyle stared at them. He didn't see anything but bad picture taking skills.

"So you want me to stare at some horrible photography?" He asked her, sliding them back to her.

"No, don't you see it? Look, there's something coming for us. Look." She moved her chair beside him and held the pictures up. She pointed to Heather first, "Look, Heather got hit by the fire truck right? Look at her picture; it's blurry, like something speeding by." Alicia said, showing him the signs.

Kyle's eyes widened, "And Simon's picture is like—"

"-Like something's covering his face. The dollhouse crushed his face."

"Now do you understand? Whatever was supposed to happen to us, at the fair, our deaths or whatever, we were supposed to die. I saw whatever force, the Grim Reaper or whoever's plan, and effed it up." Alicia explained.

"And now it's hunting us down to finish the list. We need to find the construction workers, Jennifer, and her sister. We need to stop this thing." She pulled out another piece of paper. It had their names on it, some with X's.

"What now?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"This is the last thing, I promise. There's some order to it, I think it's like, the order we were going to die in. We have to warn the others." She told him.

"But how do we know? I mean, can you remember your vision?"

She nodded, adding, "I haven't stopped thinking about it. It's haunting me. All I see is death."

"Okay, so show me this list. Who's next?" Kyle asked, trying to get her back.

She put the list in front of them.

List of survivors: Heather x, Simon x, Lewis, Marty, Jennifer, Katriona, Kyle & Allison, & Me.

"Wait, wait, wait, why are me and Allison beside each other?" He asked.

"Well, you two sorta, died at the same time." Alicia told him, not looking him in the eye.

"What? How?"

"The Tilt-a-whirl exploded and killed you guys."

"Pfft, screw that, I'm not dying with her or anyone else. And anyways, how do we find these construction workers?"

"Really Kyle? We live in a super small town, it won't be that hard. Plus, they're doing construction across the street, we can go ask."

"Yeah, okay." He said reluctantly getting up from his chair.

A loud metallic groaning caused them to turn their heads around.

"NO!" Alicia screamed.