Tori's P.O.V.
"OH GOD!" I screamed, as I watched Mike's body fall on the ground, limp. The killer wasted no time as he ran towards me.
It was now or never.
As he ran, he was cocking the gun for the next shot. I had to act. Fast.
I shot towards him, my veins pounding with adrenaline. And with one swift motion, I pulled the knife out of my jacket. He didn't even see it coming.
I stabbed him in the stomach at the same time he pulled the trigger. I fell limp on the ground, the shot missing me and hitting the concrete. Luckily, I didn't miss him.
He fell to the ground. He dropped the keys while he clutched his stomach in pain. I looked down at him in disbelief. I'd done it.
Quick as I could, I grabbed the keys and ran towards the entrance. I ran as fast as my legs could take me, and I could tell that the spirits of my friends were with me. The entrance was in sight, and the golden gate looked like heaven's gate after all I had been through. I ran up, unlocked it, and burst through to the outside.
It seemed like a movie in slow motion as I made my first steps outside. The light of the sunrise was shining on me as I made my way towards the payphones. A DOLLAR?!?! I quickly brought out four quarters and put them in. Hands shaking, I dialed 911.
"911 what's your emergency?" came a high-pitched female voice.
"I-" my voice was shaky. I tried again. "There's a murderer--he murdered everyone...."
"What's your location?"
"The Adventure Express on West Street," I said breathlessly. I felt lightheaded.
"We'll be over there with emergency personnel as soon as we can," she said. "Stay on the phone until they arrive."
I felt like I was going to throw up. I had done it. Finally, I had done it.
And I collapsed.
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I woke up in the back of the ambulance with an ice pack on my head.
"What's going on?" I asked, raising up.
"Lay back down," the woman beside me said. "You're having symptoms of shock. Just rest until we get to the hospital."
"But I'm not hurt!" I said. "Did you find the killer?"
"No talking now," she said calmly. "Rest."
"I can't rest! You can't let him get away!" Tears stung in my eyes.
"Lay back down," she said. I finally consented and stared at the ceiling until we got to the hospital.
I don't remember much after that, just being in a white room with white walls, white beds, and white furniture.
My family came in and hugged me and did the usual "i was so worried about you" and "im so glad you're ok". The next day, the police came in to question me. I told them everything that happened. They said sorry for my loss and whatnot.
The first few weeks went by in a blur. During the daytime, I was numb from nostalgia and the drugs they gave me. At night, I cried myself to sleep every night. The murderer had ruined my life.
Finally, I got to go home. It was good to be back, but I couldn't stand the pictures of my friends staring at me. For some reason, I felt guilty for being the one to survive. I should have found a way to save them.
The second day that I was back home, the police came again.
"Did you find the murderer?" I asked anxiously.
The fat policeman rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously. "Uh....not really. You say that you stabbed him. Where were you, exactly, when you stabbed him?"
"Right by the roller coaster," I said. "I remember because that's where Mike and I got the knife back after I knocked it out of the killer's hand."
"Riiighhttt," the tall skinny policeman said. "We didn't find the murderer's body there."
"So you found him somewhere else, right?"
The policeman shook his head. "We found the bodies of your friends, but not him. Actually, there's no trace of him."
"But we DID find the knife," the fat policeman said.
"....with YOUR fingerprints on it."
It took me a minute to realize what he was trying to say.
"But you don't mean--you think that I killed them?" my blood ran cold.
"The only evidence we found were your fingerprints," the tall skinny policeman said. "I'm afraid we're going to have to put you under arrest until you can be tried in court."
"But--he was wearing gloves!" I exclaimed. "You can't--"
"You have the right to remain silent," the skinny policeman said, slipping a pair of handcuffs on my hands. "Everything you say can and will be used against you."
"You can't do this to me," I cried. Tears ran down my face. They had no response. They walked me out to the policecar and drove off.
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EPILOGUE
I'm in a white room
with white walls
a white bed
and white furniture.
And I'm not in a hospital this time.
I'm in a psycho ward.
They say I killed them all.
I'm not even sure myself anymore.
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YESSSS JUST FINISHED MY FIRST STORY ON WATTPAD !!!!! :D :D I FEEL SOOOOO ACCOMPLISHED!!!!!!
o ya and sry for the weird ending. ill probably get hate mail now. :(
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Carnival After Dark
HorrorSix kids sneak into an amusement park after dark. What they don't know is that there's a psycho killer on the loose--and they're locked in with him. And he won't rest until he has killed each and every one of them.
