You hear the beating of your heart, You know the screaming’s gonna start, Here comes the really scary part, ~~~~~~~~ Daphne cowered behind Justin, her hands on her back as she bit back another scream. Justin’s body trembled as he looked around what he assumed was the drawing room for anything he could use to protect them. There was a gun cabinet nearby, maybe they worked? The figure groaned as it turned about, freezing Justin on the spot. Half it’s face was decomposed, its arm hanging by mere muscle. It was female. He’d read the papers. It was Mrs Helena Ross, David’s murdered grandmother. She staggered towards them, Justin diving sideways across the couch, yanking a handgun out the cabinet and laying a nice bullet to Helena’s head, watching in morbid fascination as she crumpled, Daphne appearing behind him, grabbing all the spare handgun bullets she could find and stuffing them in the bag she’d found. Thump, Thump, Thump Slowly Justin turned his head, spotting Emily Eriks banging the glass of the French doors with her fist, sobbing uncontrollably. Sprinting for the door, Justin tried to tug it open but it wouldn’t budge. Then it came. The tree root that impaled her through the back of the head, smashing into the glass from its spot in her mouth. Needless to say her screams halted. And Justin and Daphne’s began as they ran. The next room they hid in was, thankfully, empty. So out came the cell phone again and he waited. And waited. “Justin? Are you okay? I know what’s happening!” came Brian’s frantic voice. The blonde could hear car sounds and knew he was coming to him. “Oh so now you believe me!? No matter, David, Alison and Emily are dead” “What are their second names?” There was dread in Brian’s voice which made Justin’s breathing catch. “Uh…Ross…Daph what’s Alison’s second name?” There was a muffled voice before Justin came back, “Garcia and finally Eriks” “FUCK!” The exclamation was so loud Justin succeeded in almost dropping the phone, “Justin stay where you are. Don’t you dare move till the sun comes up you here?” “Why Brian?” though he didn’t want to know the answer. “Because You’re next” This time Justin really did drop the phone. ~~~~~~~~ Cause it's terror time again, They've got you running through the night, It's terror time again, Oh, you just might die of fright, It's a terrifying time,