-Five Days Earlier-
A couple of things made that day stand out more than others: It was almost Halloween, and Cameron Shaw was with me. Not the Cameron from physics that never failed to be picking his nose, but the Cameron who was smart, funny, and oh so cute. And he was asking me out.
“So I was thinking, you and I should go out on Halloween,” he had said.
I played it off cool, hoping he wouldn’t realize how excited I was. I’ve had a crush on Cameron since kindergarten, when he gave me a flower and told me I was pretty.
“Yeah, that sounds great! What time?”
“Does six sound good? I wanna take you to a haunted house.”
I smiled, “Six sounds great! I’ll see you then.”
“Until then, m’lady.”
Blood runs down my forehead and I wince. This whole night has been a total nightmare. When I showed up to the haunted house, I expected cheesy ‘mystical relics’, not a psychotic serial killer.
Footsteps pound the floor of the house and I clap my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream.
A face appears, and I gasp, but it’s not who I expected. Instead of the pale, empty face of our attacker, it’s the tan, chiseled face I had grown to love.
“Oh thank God you’re okay!” I leap into Cameron’s arms, relieved.
“Emma, you’re hurt, what happened?”
“I was running away from whoever that guy is, and I fell and hit my head.” I cross my arms, trying to conceal a shiver. “Cam, we have to get out of here.”
“I don’t know how. I tried the front doors and they’re locked; we’ll have to find a window or something.”
I put my head in my hands and start to cry. Are we going to get out of this? Will I ever see my family again? Will our deaths be quick, or slow, like the others?
Cameron pulls me into a long hug, and somehow, I manage to calm down. I lay my head on his shoulder and whisper, “Will we ever get out of here? Are we going to die today?”
He looks at me and, with a thick voice says, “ I will get you out of this. I don’t care if I die trying, but I will get you out of this, I promise. I screwed up egregiously, and I am so sorry. I should never have taken you here.”
Before I can reply, an ear-shattering scream comes from down the hall, then nothing.
Cam looks at me, panicked. “ Run. I’ll be there as soon as I can, I just have to take care of something.”
“What? No! I’m not leaving you!” He wouldn’t last a minute alone with that psychopath.
I don’t exactly remember deciding to go, but suddenly I’m sprinting through the...