Screams echo around the house as you could hear a knife plunging into human flesh. You could hear the squishing sound matched with loud screams of pain. We rushed into the room where the screams were echoing from. As we arrived at the door we heard nothing but silence. I slowly opened the creaking door. Horrified at what we saw, a dead body. Blood was covering most of the floor and roof. The dead body's organs lay scattered on the floor. We stepped closer to the body. We stared in horror as we realised it was Danielle laying there with a knife plunged into her stomach. We stood there staring at the body for a few minutes. It was then that I saw a note stuck in the blade off the knife near the top. It was covered in blood; I bent down and pulled out the knife. It made the same squishing sound as it did going in. I pulled the note of the knife; the blood was wet and sticky. I stood up and opened the note which was written in blood. It said 'NO ESCAPE'. I stood there petrified. I heard Matt ask 'What was in the note?' I turned around and saw my friends worried look turn to terror while listening to Matt read the note aloud.
That night we lay awake clustered in the middle of our room, all our flashlights were on. We were jumping at every noise and shadow. Suddenly all our flashlights go out, everyone was panicking; you could hear it in their voices. After a few seconds of panicking the flashlights come back on. We look around making sure everyone's okay. When we flashed our flashlight to the spot where James was supposed to be, we saw nothing but his flickering flashlight and a note. I opened the note and read it out. Again it was written in blood, and the words said "1 down 4 to go". We saw a trail of blood going from where he was to the door. I stood up and went to the door with my flashlight following the blood trail with my light. Once my light reached the end of the hallway, I saw the blood lead into the room on the far left. I walked back to the group where we huddled into our sleeping bags; I was on guard while the other 3 slept. They had around 4 hours sleep.
The next day when the sunlight was passing through the window above us I woke every one up, and we all packed up our sleeping bags and hauled then over our shoulders. We cautiously made our way down the hall following the now dried blood trail. Once we reached the door on the far left I peered into the crack and saw nothing. I opened the door and we all stood in horror as we saw James hanging from the wall by a knife in his head. We searched around the room looking for a note; it was then that I saw it, it said "behind". Everyone turned round to face behind. Everyone but Matt had a scared look on their face, Matts look could only be described as deathly. It was then that he fell forward, face first onto the floor. This made Jay, Lennon and I jump back. Once we got our breath back we saw a knife. The knife was plunged into his back; once again it had a note stuck on it. Lennon bent down and picked up the note he read out the words aloud "too slow". He passed me the note and I saw again that it was written in blood. I looked up staring at them. Lennon said "Jay and I are leaving. We are all going to die if we cannot find a way out". Jay agreed, then they both went to the door opened it and walked out. After a few moments I decided to follow them. We started going down a long corridor Jay was in front followed by Lennon. After a minute or two of walking, I saw something long and shiny reflected by the sunlight. I realised too late that it was a machete, which was in the hands of a cloaked figure, just as I realised what it was the blade hit Lennon on the back of his leg. After about 2 seconds his leg fell off. His blood was pouring out onto the floor. I saw the machete hit Lennon on the back of his neck making his head fall off. It rolled to where Jay was and hit Jay on the foot. He peered down horrified at the sight of Lennon's head on the floor. Then as Jay turned to me, the last thing he saw was the machete hitting him between the eyes. With blood squirting out, covering the walls, I started bolting for the door. I only went about 3 metres when I felt a sharp pain erupt from my right thigh. Looking down I saw a trial of blood and felt hot liquid running down my leg. I looked and saw the cloaked person's machete. Stunned, I limped to the door which was only a few meters away. You could tell where I had been from the trail of wet blood oozing from my leg. I glanced back, saw him a few meters away, and with all my strength I bolted as fast as I could to the door. When I reached it, I glanced back and saw he was like 5 meters away, he was walking calmly. I tried to open the door but found it was locked. I looked back, realising that I was still carrying my sleeping bag; I used the last of my strength to run and threw it through the window. I heard the glass smash; I then jumped onto the window sill and crawled through it, cutting my skin and clothes on the broken glass. I fell out of the window onto the ground almost knocking the breath out of my lungs. I started crawling down the hill; a trail of blood was painting the green grass red in my wake. The pain was still shooting up my body. I managed to crawl to the hospital but no one was in sight. When I got to the door I fainted, the whole world went black. Then next thing I remember was waking up in hospital, with my leg bandaged. I looked up and saw my parents were there. I looked by my bed and saw a bottle with a glass shard in it, then I slowly drifted back to sleep
