Tara and Stu were nearly naked as they continued kissing. She straddled him and kissed his lips as he massaged her breasts. She slowly ran her hands down his chest then onto his abs, feeling his muscles. Her hand slid into his boxers and caressed him softly. She removed her hand and slowly sat on top of it, rubbing herself along it tenderly. He moved his hand down her abdomen then inside of her underwear, his fingers going inside of her. She could feel how hard he was and wanted him inside so bad. Her hands clenched and pulled his long, brown hair hard as she strongly contemplated removing her underwear. As she pulled his head back, she stared into his eyes trying to decide if she wanted it this bad.
"If you don't want to, it's okay," he said breathlessly.
"I don't know if I do or not," she whispered. He slid his hand out from her underwear.
"Let me make it easier." He planted a soft kiss onto her lips. She returned the kiss and held him close. "If you're not sure then we're not going to tonight. I'm in no hurry," he smiled.
"Why has Lucy been hiding you from me?" she grinned.
"She probably wanted me all to herself. You think she'd go for a three way?" She let go of his hair and slapped his chest. "Just a joke," he laughed. She got off of him and lay down beside him. "I'll be back," he said rolling off of the bed. "I need some water," he said as he put his pants back on.
"If you already need water after that then I don't think you'll be able to handle the real thing," she teased.
"Oh I'll handle don't you worry," he chuckled. "I'll handle and then still be ready for round two."
"We'll see," she said with a smirk. He walked out of the room and saw Zach still watching TV but no sign of Billy or Lucy. A quick glance upstairs and he smiled, suspecting those two were up in her room having a good time. His attention turned to the kitchen as he started to walk towards it; Zach didn't even hear him walk by. He also didn't notice a shadow step out from the dark corner under the stairs. It walked right behind Zach without him noticing. Stu walked onto the cold hard tile of the kitchen floor, immediately flinching from the feeling. He searched the wall for the light switch but was unable to find it. In the dark, he could see the grey door of the fridge so he just walked towards it and opened it. The light from inside revealed the blank, pale, emotionless face of the figure behind him. There was no emotion in its face or its eyes. Stu grabbed one of the waters and drank from it, still unable to feel the presence of this figure behind him. He looked to the glass door leading to the patio outside and found something odd.
Slowly, he walked closer to it to get a better look. As he was walking he felt a sharp sting in his foot. He bent down to see that he had stepped in some glass on the floor. When he looked up he realized the glass was from the broken piece beside the door handle. He stood up straight still staring at the glass then he turned around slowly. There was a constricting feeling on his throat that restricted him from calling out for help then a sharp pain in his stomach and then another, and another. His vision was blurry but all he saw was white then his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Zach continued watching the movie on TV with a bored look on his face. He hadn't laughed in a while which made him realize he was coming down from his high. He was disappointed that he didn't managed to get anymore weed from the party. The popcorn bowl was empty with the exception of the kernels at the bottom. He sighed and placed the bowl on the table then reached for the remote. Before he changed the channel he remembered something. He searched the pockets of his jacket for it and finally found it from the one inside. He pulled out a blunt and a wide grin formed on his face.
"Thank you, high Zach," he grinned. "This should make the movie more interesting." From his jean pocket, he pulled out his lighter then stuck the blunt in his mouth. The flame lit the paper and the herbs inside, allowing him to suck in the air. He held it in for a long minute then blew all the smoke out from his lungs. After that he could feel the sensation coming back to him and it brought a big smile to his face as he chuckled softly. The figure now stood behind him, watching the movie on the TV. The killer in the movie had just stabbed a guy inside of a van repeatedly. This made the figure tilt his head then he looked down at the man watching the movie and smoking. Before he could even react, Zach felt a hand under his chin and another on the top of his head. In one swift motion, his head was twisted to the side snapping the bones within his neck.
Tara rolled over to sit down on the edge of the bed. She grabbed Stu's shirt and slipped it on over her nude breasts. The room had gotten too dark so when she reached out to turn on the lamp, she accidentally pushed it over to the ground. There was a loud thud when it fell to the ground.
"Shit," she said. She bent down to pick it up and didn't hear the door behind her open. Tara put the lamp back on the nightstand and switched it on but the bulb had broken. "Damn it," she whispered. She moved to try and grab the wall but it only made her step on a piece of glass on the floor. "Fuck!" she yelled out. With her hands on the wall, she managed to find the bathroom. Luckily for her the light worked in the bathroom so she grabbed some toilet paper, wet it a bit, and dabbed her foot with it. It wasn't a serious cut so she just put some pressure on the wound for a bit until it stopped hurting. Once it stopped she stood in front of the mirror above the sink and fixed her messy, black hair. After she approved the hair, she stared at herself for a moment and then noticed a black shape behind the curtains of the shower. Suddenly, the curtain was ripped from the bar and wrapped around her. She panicked and slipped on the rug, hitting the floor hard on her stomach and her cheek had bounced on the tile. She rose up pushing the curtain off of herself and reeling from the hard fall but then the first thing she saw was a hand coming over her shoulder and grabbing her throat. With its grip crushing her windpipe she couldn't gather the air she needed to scream for help. The sound of heavy breathing reached her ear then she turned her head a little toward the mirror showing her the shapes pale face standing behind her. Her vision started to get a bit hazy as she was beginning to pass out. However before she passed out, she felt sharp cold steel slide against her neck.
Billy sat on the edge of her bed and placed his hand on top of hers. He hadn't seen her so upset before so it was still very new to him. She touched the top of his hand with her thumb and softly caressed his skin. Her eyes looked up from his hand to his eyes. This house terrified her, the town scared her, and the stories only added more to her hysteria. However in this moment, she forgot it all. All she felt was the comforting presence of someone she liked and a touch that made her feel safe.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "You must think I'm crazy."
"Not at all. If I lived here I'd probably be scared too."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"Is it working?" She smiled and nodded. "Then what's the problem?" he smirked. She laughed and stared deep into his eyes. Even though everything was bad, she felt this was the one good thing to come from this place.
"I think I'm seeing things, Billy."
"What kind of things?"
"I don't know. I've only seen them since I've been in this house. I keep thinking someone is out there waiting for me, stalking me. When I go outside and I see some creepy person on the street I think it's the same one from my house. I just feel like every time I see a shady person outside, it might just be the one who's terrorizing me in this house."
"And you think it's a ghost?"
"I don't know what it is. I don't know if it's my imagination or if it's really there or if I'm just going nuts. It didn't help that Zach and Tara told me the story about what happened here."
"But that was years ago. You can't really think that guy could still be alive, Lucy."
"I don't know what to think anymore. I see someone in my hallway, in the living room, or in some dark place of the house and I don't know if it's real or not. If it is real then I don't know what's going to happen to me once it finally decides it's going to stop just staring."
"Hey," he leaned forward, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Lucy." She stared at him, then his lips. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers. When he opened his eyes again she was smiling with her eyes still closed. She had been scared in her own house for so long wondering if she had been going insane or not. In this moment though, she felt normal. "Let's go back downstairs okay?" She nodded. He held her hand and led her out the door. There was someone sitting against her parent's door at the end of the hall.
"Do you see that?" she asked nervously while clutching his arm.
"Yeah I do." He squinted to see what it was. "It's probably just Zach. When he gets super high he'll go to sleep in the weirdest places. Don't worry." Her grip on his arm tightened as the two of them walked towards him. She glanced over at her brother's room and saw it dark and empty. They slowly walked passed the bathroom until she realized she really had to go.
"I have to use the bathroom."
"Okay you go and I'll grab Zach off the ground alright?" She nodded and let him go. She reached out and grabbed the knob while still looking over to him. He knelt down in front of his friend and tapped his shoulder to wake him. When he tapped him he noticed how stiff his body felt. She twisted the knob to open the door. He lifted his friends head up to see the life long gone from his eyes and when he let him go, the head slung over to his shoulder like a spring. She opened the door to find Tara inside the bathroom on the toilet with her head up and blood dripping down her body from her slit throat. Lucy screamed and stumbled back against the railing. She slowly backed away as Billy ran towards the bathroom and saw Tara.
"Jesus Christ," he gasped. She slowly backed away, not turning from the bathroom, shocked at what she had seen. There was a knock on the front door but they couldn't hear it over the sounds from the TV.
"Police!" called out Officer Bolivar from behind the front door. Lucy was unable to see the pale face slowly emerge from the shadows of her brother's room. When she finally saw it, she had already gotten pierced by the butcher knife. A cry of pain escaped her as the blade penetrated her shoulder but Officer Bolivar couldn't hear her scream because of the loud movie on TV. It sounded pretty normal in there since all he could hear was, what he suspected, a horror movie on their TV. However, he could not rid himself of this feeling in his gut. Following his gut, he slowly moved over to the side of the house where he first lost the shape. The gate was unlocked and slightly opened so he unclipped the gun from his belt. He looked into the dark path in front of him and took a deep breath before cautiously walking into it.
Billy ran out from the bathroom to see Lucy stumble back and fall down the stairs, the knife still in her. He turned and saw it staring at him. Her vision was hazy but she could see the two of them grabbing one another. She had landed on her back once she hit the ground and when she turned she saw the knife in her shoulder. Sluggishly, she grabbed the handle and tried to pull it out. With screams and tears in her eyes, she pulled it out. Billy tried shoving it but to no avail, it was inhumanly strong and heaved him back to the floor. With Billy down, it looked over the railing and saw Lucy still alive. She locked eyes with the black holes where its eyes should've been. Her nightmares had come to fruition as she finally saw her fear manifested. Billy took advantage and grabbed the shape to throw it over the railing. It worked as it was thrown over and landed on the glass table beneath the stairs. She watched it lay there motionless on the floor and didn't even notice Billy come down the stairs to be beside her.
"Are you okay?" She didn't turn away. "Lucy?" He grabbed her arm and shook her. "Hey! Are you okay?" he asked breathlessly. Finally she looked at him with her eyes wide open.
"Is it dead?"
"I'm pretty sure he is but we're not gonna check. We're getting the fuck out of here. We'll get outside then call the cops." The two of them were walking backwards toward the front door, unable to remove their gaze from the body on the ground. Lucy didn't notice the closet door slowly opening beside her. When she saw the movement from the corner of her eye she turned to it, only to see her friend Stu falling out of the dark room. She shrieked as she watched her dead friend fall on her. Billy tried to hold him but was too late as both of them fell to the floor with Stu on top of them. Lucy felt the blood dripping out from his wounds onto her hands and stomach. Billy was trying to move the body aside and didn't see the shape sit up. Lucy however saw it then it turned its head to her, and she could feel its gaze.
"Billy, it's alive," she cried. He turned around and saw it walking towards them.
"Shit," he said as he finally flipped Stu off of Lucy but onto his own legs. "Go! Run to the back!" She stood up and ran through the couches as she watched it walk towards Billy. It picked up the knife Lucy pulled out and continued walking towards him. "Ah shit," he said when he saw the knife in its hand. She was already in the kitchen but watched as it neared Billy. She glanced at the door then back at him, unsure of what to do. Finally he slid out of the dead weight but just as it cut through the air with the knife. The knife hit its mark as it sliced Billy on his stomach, knocking him back into the wall. He held his stomach, feeling blood ooze out, as he struggled to get to his feet. Before it could cut him again, Lucy jumped on its back and stabbed it in the chest. She was knocked off but Billy pulled the knife from its chest and stabbed it again. Again he pulled the knife out but felt its knife puncture through his abdomen. The knife was shoved deeper inside, pushing Billy against the wall.
"No!" she cried out. Blood flowed out from his mouth as he slid down the wall to the ground. It raised the knife in the air about to finish him. "Hey!" she yelled out. "Asshole over here!" It turned around to face her.
"Get out of here!" yelled Billy before he slid his knife to her on the floor. She picked it up and ran upstairs with it following. She dashed across the hall into her parents' bedroom and opened their balcony door. The height from the balcony to the floor was pretty steep.
"Shit," she said thinking how badly she could get hurt if she landed wrong. She turned back to the room and pulled out her phone from her pocket. Her hands were shaking from the fear then they grew worse when she heard the footsteps coming from the hallway. She accidentally dropped the phone to the floor then ran into the closet of the room. The shape walked inside the bedroom and saw the balcony door open but it didn't step out onto it. Lucy stepped out of the closet behind it and kicked its hand, knocking the knife to the floor. As soon as the knife hit the floor, she felt its hands on her throat. She coughed as she felt her throat being crushed. The knife was grabbed with both her hands and thrusted into its stomach. The grip loosened so she stabbed it again and then again. The shape stumbled back a bit then there was a loud bang and it hit the floor. Lucy turned around to see Officer Bolivar standing in the doorway.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Please my friend is downstairs," she said with tears in her eyes while holding tightly onto the blade. "He's badly hurt."
"Don't worry," he said as he walked closer to her. "We'll get him some help." He looked over to the shape on the ground. The moonlight shined through the glass balcony doors, enlightening the body. He now could clearly see the figure with its light brown hair and dark jumpsuit. It wasn't breathing anymore so he grabbed Lucy's hand and started to lead her out of the room. Suddenly, Lucy felt a heavy hand on her shoulder before she was pulled back. She was violently pulled back and tossed into the nightstand beside her parent's bed. Bolivar looked on in shock as the shape was standing once again before him. He pulled out his gun but then his wrist was grabbed with incredible strength. Bolivar could not believe the strength of the shape as it forced him to drop the gun. After the gun was dropped he swung his free hand into its face but to no avail. The strike didn't even phase the shape as he simply threw him down to the ground. In a panic, he reached for anything to help him defend himself and found the butcher knife. He stabbed the knife forward but once again his arm was grabbed. The knife was pried from his Bolivar's grip then brought down onto his chest again and again.
Lucy looked up and saw the cop being stabbed repeatedly until she saw the gun on the floor. She quickly crawled toward it then shot the shape in its back. The stabbing had stopped as the shape struggled to stand up straight so she shot it again. However, it continued to rise up so she began to shoot wildly. Some shots landed but others hit the wall and furniture of the room. Even with the shots that did puncture the flesh, it still rose up. She pulled the trigger but no bullets shot out so now she watched the shape stare at her and turn its head to the side. It took one step but Bolivar lifted his leg up hitting it in the groin. It turned its attention back to the dying Officer and stabbed him one last time in the throat. When the shape turned back, Lucy was charging him with her knife once again in her hand; the Officer's last action was not in vain. The blade found its mark in the shape's abdomen but Lucy didn't stop stabbing. She saw its arm rise up to stab her but she sliced its hand, forcing it to drop the blade. Next she sliced its leg, bringing it down to one knee. She threw all her weight into the next stab, bringing the shape to the ground. She straddled it and stabbed it repeatedly on the chest, crying. After the seventeenth stab, she removed the knife and stared down at it. It wore a white mask, she realized. With a shaky hand she reached out to try and remove it. However, when her blood covered hands touched the rubber mask she pulled back. She pushed herself back against the wall behind her, with the blade still in hand waiting for it to rise up again. She looked down at her trembling, blood stained hands and threw the knife on the ground. Blood had splattered on her face as well but she didn't notice.
It never rose up so she hesitantly and weakly stood up. She picked up her phone from the floor and walked out of the room. There was a slight gaze to the cop but he was not breathing, the blood was still oozing from the wound in his neck. She left the room without turning away from the shape. Once again she returned downstairs and found Billy sitting against the front door. She wasn't sure if he was still alive but she didn't care. She grabbed him and dragged him out to the sidewalk. His body had tipped over the stool in front of the house and knocked over the jack-o-lantern, destroying it and the light within. She laid his head on her lap as she took out her phone and called the police. Her shaky hands caressed his head as she rocked herself back and forth; never blinking her widened eyes. The police arrived and helped them into the ambulances to be taken to the hospital. They searched around the destroyed house like they were supposed to. The victims were found and their families were told. There were a few other murders within the same neighborhood and the police quickly caught the similarities. Some of the older members of the police force immediately realized that their fears had come true. The incident that happened many years prior to this poor town had happened again. It also didn't appear to be over because as they searched and searched for the killer there, yet again, wasn't a body to be found.