Who is the Murderer?

Chapter Twenty-two

*Alison's POV*

"ME?! WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE LOOK LIKE ME?!"

But I looked at the picture. She did look like me. We had the same eyes and nose. But her expression showed regret. Hate. Disappointment.

Fear.

"Omigosh. Holy shit, are you the killer?!" Sky yelled. "Damn it, no I'm not!!!! I certainly am NOT the killer!" I shrieked.

This has to be a coincidence, this has to be!!!!!

"I'm not related to her. I don't even know her!!" I yelled. "Maybe it's because you want to hide the fact that YOU are the killer!!!" Sky yelled.

"For Christ's sake, Sky! I'm not the killer so damn it, SHUT UP!!!!" I yelled.

Sky took a step backward.

"I don't trust you," she said. "So now you don't trust me?! We're in this together, remember? You said that we will solve this mystery. We even had clues! It could be Sara or Amanda or..." I said.

She cut me before I could finish my sentence.

"OR it could be you." she said as she walked out of the room with her bag.

*Jaylen's POV*

"What the fuck, KATHY?!"

Am I really seeing this?! Is she...ALIVE?! And all that blood around her...I'm shuddering right now.

"How did you get in my room?" I asked.

"Jaylen...Jaylen..." she said, grabbing my feet with her bloody hands. I kicked her hands away.

"What do you want, Kathy? Everyone knows that you're dead!" I yelled. "Shhh...." she frantically shushed me. She looked around then she struggled to crawl to the door and close it.

"Be silent...she might hear you..." she said.

"Who? Who is she, Kathy?" I asked. "No...no...it was horrible...dark rooms...pins...knives...chains...whips...hammers...saws..." she said.

When I asked her again, she repeated the sentence all over again. She was traumatized.

"Tell me who she is!" I said. "Dark rooms, pins, knives, chains, whips, hammers, saws!" she exclaimed. "Kathy!!! Tell me!" I yelled.

"DARK ROOMS, PINS, KNIVES, CHAINS, WHIPS, HAMMERS, SAWS!!!!" she yelled.

"Kathy please! Tell me! How did you survive?! Where did she take you?! Who is she?!" I yelled.

"Shhhhhh...." she said. She carefully stood up and limped across the room, heading for the door.

She opened it and took two steps forward, exiting my room.

She looked to the left...

...to the right....

Then back at me.

She put her finger on her lips, telling me to keep silent.

Then she looked to the right.

But then....

...a knife came flying out of nowhere, squarely hitting her left eyeball.

She died.

"KATHY, OH MY GOSH!" I yelled as I crawled to her.

"Dark rooms, pins, knives, chains, whips, hammers, saws...shhhh..." she said before she took her last breath.

I looked around the hall way.

No one was there.

Who threw the knife???

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Hell yeah. So this is a new update. Sorry for the long wait. School stuff. Plus, I'm focused on practicing for the Regional Level competition on journalism next week.