The killer held Kenneth by the throat. He raised the jock up so his feet are dangling in the air. The killer thrust his knife into Kenneth's chest, slicing downward. The killer stopped just above crotch level but Kenneth's guts spilled out. They glistened in the moonlight. So close to escape. Kenneth was by the door but he was the first to go, bathed in moonlight. The rest of the group remained hidden within the house, struggling to stay hidden and stop the panic from rising.

None of them thought this would happen, but it happened so fast. It was a bone-dry, boring summer evening and the friends were bored. So they hopped into Kenneth's Jeep to explore the creepy abandoned house on the outskirts of town. Only it wasn't as abandoned as they thought. When the killer stepped into the house, Kenneth was playing with the coat rack, pretending that he was dancing with a beautiful maiden he eyed from across the bar. He didn't expect that a long-haired, musty, masked killer would walk in an bring the friends' laughter to a deafening silence.

The killer fished Kenneth's pockets and got PHP20.00 and the Jeep's keys, the gang's ticket to safety. Eleanor was hidden in the closet just beside the coat rack. It's hard to keep still when you've been squatting for God knows how long. It's actually only been about five minutes but to Eleanor she's been in there for an eternity with a good view of behind the couch, where Janey is hid. A stupid decision, Eleanor thought, but what would be...