Esme continued to look out toward the window. She couldn't keep her mind on the television show she and Carlisle were watching. She glanced over at him, feeling his eyes on her and shook her head.

"I'm sorry," she told him.

Carlisle smiled and rose from where he sat, holding out a hand. "Come on."

"What?" Esme asked.

"We'll go out and see if we can find them."

She raised her eyebrows and glanced out toward the stormy weather. A part of her wanted to do as he suggested, but the other part of her felt safe inside of the cabin.

"Rosalie and Emmett can't still be out in the water," Esme said aloud. She took a deep breath and took Carlisle's hand, rising from the couch.

"It'll be a little adventure," he told her with a grin.

Esme smiled back and he leaned in and kissed her. "Better get the raincoats."

Carlisle walked toward a closet that was attached to the living room and pulled out two yellow slickers. "Here ya go."

"What a fashion statement," she joked.

He laughed as the two of them threw on the jackets before linking hands, grabbing a flashlight and heading out into the rain.

...

Bella threw some water on her face as she washed her hands and caught a glimpse of something written on the wall in a type of low level graffiti. "Twenty yards to the outhouse by Willie Makit," she said aloud, and then chuckled to herself. "Come on kids, you can do better than that." She shook her head, still talking to herself, "It's not even an outhouse."

She ran the water for an extra couple of seconds before turning it off. The sound of a door opening and closing got her attention and there was a brush against the bathroom door.

For a moment Bella stood in silence, expecting Edward to come bursting into the room at any second. When he didn't, she continued to listen before calling out his name. "Edward?"

She listened again but heard nothing.

Bella took a deep breath and dried her hands before turning the knob to exit the bathroom. She peeked her head out, glancing down the short hallway in both directions. Carlisle and Esme were no longer on the couch and the front door was closed. The bedroom she shared with Edward was shut, and a sound ricocheted off the interior of the cabin from around the corner by the back door.

"Edward?" Bella said again, glancing around. She listened hard and contemplated opening the bedroom door, but decided to wander toward the back where the sound of rain began to take over.

She stopped for a moment as she rounded the corner and felt a fear in her chest when the door stood open.

Who came in this way? she thought, or out?

Bella knew Carlisle and Esme wouldn't leave the back door open if they decided to leave. On the same note she knew it wouldn't be typical for them to exit through the back door where there was nothing but woods just a short distance beyond the cabin's threshold.

She glanced over her shoulder again toward the short hallway she had just come from. Bella wanted to go get Edward to make the trip toward the back door, but she decided she had to be brave and that it was rather silly not to shut the door when it was standing open just a few feet away.

Bella inched her way, not wanting to reach the destination for fear that some monster might appear and grab her arm just as she was about to close the door. Her heart began to beat more rapidly in her chest and Bella swallowed hard as she closed in on the back door.

Just close it and go back to the room, she told herself. You could be done with this already.

Bella continued to take baby steps until she was an arm's length away. As she reached the door, she couldn't help but glance out into the night. There was nothing there but trees and rain; no monster, no Jason; no ghosts for that matter.

She took both hands and slammed it shut, securing the door this time with a deadbolt that was positioned just above the handle.

Bella took a deep breath and leaned against the wall facing outside for a moment. She closed her eyes, took a breath and then began the walk back to her bedroom.

"That was weird," she said lowly to herself.

She glanced back down the hallway toward the empty living room, hoping to see Carlisle and Esme sitting back in their original spots. When they weren't, a shudder passed through her body that she attempted to ignore.

Bella knew getting back to Edward would ease her mind and make her feel better. She reached for the handle of their room, but stopped when she heard a noise from the bathroom.

"Hello?" she asked, unable to hide the shake in her voice. "Edward?" His name came out as more of a plea.

Bella pushed the half-open door and entered the bathroom where she had just come from and turned on the light. Nothing appeared out of place and there was no one in the immediate area. Her eyes traveled up and down the walls. They landed for a moment on the satirical poem again, and then turned toward the hallway. She swallowed hard and clicked the light off again, about to head across the hall into the bedroom.

That's when she heard it; a faint shuffle behind her that made the hair stand up on the back of her neck.

Bella froze, knowing for certain that someone was behind her. She didn't know who, or why; but she knew there was someone there.

She slowly spun around and saw a tall figure before her. His size was menacing, and he held an axe in one hand. A hockey mask covered his face and his black eyes fixated on her. Just behind him, the curtain to the shower stood half open.

Bella couldn't bring her legs to run fast enough, and so when he raised the axe high above his head, all she could do was scream in terror. The last sound she heard was the crash of the overhead light as he brought the axe down toward her face.