Chapter 6

Taylor clicked off the phone, and ran out to the living room. He stopped and looked around. No one was out there, not Natalie, and the kitchen was just as silent. It was so quiet, it was almost a deafening silence. Taylor felt something grab his arm, and hold on. He turned around to find himself face to face with someone in a ghostface mask. He felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. Almost in shock of the blow, he pulled away, and started to run again. The stranger wiped off the blood on the knife quickly, and chased after him.

Taylor tripped and fell on his front, but quickly flipped over to see the killer right there on top of him, pinning him down, with a knife to his throat. He tried to push its arm away, but couldn’t do so enough to escape, so he tried another way. He kicked it, and pushed with his free arm, though not that hard due to the injury in his shoulder. Finally, when he hit it hard in the side of the face, he saw this as his chance. He ran down to the first empty room, and luckily, he remembered to grab the phone from where he dropped it. He closed the door and locked it.

“S*** man, s***,” he said to himself.

He called the police, and just waited until a few minutes later he heard Zac’s voice.

“Taylor? Are you there?”

Suspiciously, he cracked open the door. It was Zac, and he didn’t see the killer either.

“Zac… In here!” he said lowly.

Zac looked over at him. Taylor pulled Zac into the room with him. He closed and locked the door again.

“Where did you go, Zac? What happened?” Taylor asked, glad his brother was alive.

“Don’t ask. I really don’t know what happened. There was this shattering, and then Natalie screamed, and I- Oh, what happened to Natalie?” Zac said, concern showing on his face.

“We’ll think about that when the police get here,” he said quietly.

“Taylor!” Zac said, panicked, “What happened to you?!” He pointed to the shoulder Taylor was clutching tightly. Taylor uncovered the wound, leaving his hand red, and Zac looked at it.

"It looks pretty bad,” he said, worried.

"Don’t worry about it,” he said to Zac, reassuringly. Zac didn’t seem to buy it, but before he could say anything else they heard police sirens and cars pulling up to the house.