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Drip, drip, drip

That’s the sound the blood makes as it slithers down the dead student’s arers of his outstretched hand It’s the only noise I can hear above the rushing surge of ed, frantic inhales of my breath

“Chuck”

I turn around and find Spencer standing there, dressed in a black hoodie and sarettes

A black hoodie

Why the hell is he wearing a black hoodie?!

“I saw you running—” he starts as I scramble away and find , and Spencer is out here s? It doesn’t make sense Add in the black hoodie, and Church with the knife, and … “What the fuck is that?!” He chokes out, pointing behind me in the direction of the shrine

“I …” There’s not enough tile sentence out before two of the killers coh the bushes

Two killers … and Spencer Hargrove in a hoodie, awake at an hour he never is

No No This is my forever crew; these are my friends

“Spencer, run!” I screa with rabbed Church Why did I leave hi for et past the feelings of fear and guilt that choke me as we sprint into the woods, and towards the other hot springs pool

Branches slapfrom the rocks and sticks and braht besideme stride for stride That’s e co masks

Masks

Like so horror movie

They look like foxes, these wily, grinning things that bring chills up across my skin