“Bobby, are you sure this is the way he went?” She asks, as they slowly make their way down the deserted hallway, their torches tearing through the darkness like knives.

“He ran in here, I swear I’m not lying Sofie, it was Lyndon James, as god is my witness, and all that other crap, he ran in here, he’s alive and we’re going to stop him once and for all!”

She swallows a mouthful of air, and grips Bobby’s arm tightly, “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mea…”

“Then don’t question me again,” he says pulling his arm free. “Lyndon took everything from me, turned the school against me, turned you against me, stopping him means everything, it’s the only thing I can think of, once I prove to everyone he’s been behind all this, he’s not as dead as his freshly dug grave makes him look, they’ll all be begging me to forgive then, begging me to be,” he stops, and flashes his light behind him, into the darkness, and freezes. “Sofie, now isn’t the time to be fooling around,” he hisses, then waits, and as he waits, sweat runs down his brow, stinging his eyes. “Sofie?” He calls out quietly. But no reply comes, well, not a reply he would want anyway.

As he stands in the silence, the fear builds, until his torch comes to rest on a flowing stream of deep, red blood, cascading along the floor, from underneath one of the doors. Slowly, he inches his way to the doorway, and places a hand on the handle, it squeaks as he turns it, making him jump, quickly he grabs his face tightly, as he lets out a muffled shriek. Then, once he’s collected himself, he pushes the door open, and the torch light reveals the mutilated remains of Sofie, he screams in terror, fear, and sadness, rushing to her side, as her dead eyes stare towards the doorway, it slams behind him, and he leaps to his feet, feverishly searching the small room.

“SHOW YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD! COME ON, LET ME KILL YOU RIGHT THIS TIME!” He screams, as he spins around the room, he sucks in a deep breathe, as the light flicks past, the blood covered form, of Lyndon James, his face twisted, his lips, smiling.

He grips Boddy by the hair, and drives the blade deep into his stomach, and then, for some time, they both freeze in place, staring at each other, until finally, he smiles, and pulls the blade free, leaving Bobby’s dying body to crash helplessly to the ground.

“See me now? See what you made, now, join me in hell, murder!” He hisses, as Bobby feels his life drain away, cursing that night, blaming Lyndon for stepping out, not watching, it wasn’t his fault, it was never his fault…