-Chapter 1-
"It'll be great, trust me." I assured Mitch. He looked nervously up at the beach house.
"I don't know, man. Doesn't like, every horror story start with a group of friends spending a weekend in a remote area?" He gulped nervously.
"Yeah, but those are horror stories. Don't be such a chicken. Grab your stuff and let's go. The others will be here soon." I smiled at Mitch reassuringly. He simply nodded, grabbing his suitcase and dragging it towards the doors.
"How'd you even end up with this place?" Mitch asked.
"My grandfather left it to me." I replied, lugging in my own baggage. A car horn honked behind us.
"Hey!" Jerome climbed out of his car with Jason.
"A weekend at the beach with my buddies'll be fun!" Jason grinned, picking up his duffel bag.
"When do you think Preston and Ty will be here?" I asked.
"Preston actually called about ten minutes ago, saying something about his car tire going flat. They'll be here in about a half hour." Jerome replied. I nodded.
"Well, let's get settled." Mitch suggested. My room was, of course, the master bedroom. It was a large, homey room. As I sat on my bed, I noticed the lights flicker. I shrugged it off. I simply put my bags down and headed back to the driveway to wait for Preston and Ty. When they finally arrived, Preston looked troubled.
"Something wrong?" I asked him.
"The man at the gas station told us a bit of a story about your house there." He leaned against the hood of his car, gnawing nervously on the inside his cheek.
"What about?" I asked, concerned.
"Apparently there was a murder here about 10 years ago, when your grandfather was renting the house out to vacationers." He looked about, nervous.
"Really? He never told me." I frowned.
"Well, all the guy knew was that the people vacationing there had some friends that were supposed to come over to visit, but when they got there, the renters were murdered, brutally at that." He shuddered.
"That's a bit.. scary. But I'm sure that everything'll be fine." I insisted.
"Sure.." He replied, grabbing his suitcase. Ty, who was standing by silently, finally spoke.
"It'll be fine, Preston." He was always soft-spoken, kind of shy. I smiled thankfully at him.
-July 8th, dusk-
We all sat around the fire on the beach, laughing and talking. All of the tension at the beginning was gone.
"Hey, I'm gonna go grab another case." Jason said, standing up.
"Yeah, go ahead." I waved him off.
-Jason P.O.V:-
I walked quickly up to the house. It stood ominously in the darkness. It unnerved me, the quieter it grew as I left the comfort of the fire's light and my friends' chatter. I slipped inside, shuffling slowly through the darkness, searching for the light. A sound froze me in place. I listened hard. There. A low chuckle.
"And we have MinecraftUniverse, don't we?" A deep voice filled the silence.
"W-who's there?!" I cried out.
"Oh, don't worry about that. We're going to have some fun tonight, you and I." I barely had time to react before a reeking cloth was held over my mouth and I passed out.
I awoke and couldn't move. I was held still in blackness.
"What's going on?!" I shouted.
One by one, the fluorescent lights of the basement lit up. I realized that I was strapped to a table, bound by my head, wrists, ankles, and chest. Nothing but a white sheet covered me, covering my numb body.
"So nice of you to join me, Jason." My captor entered the room, pulling a tray behind him. I recognized him immediately, but I couldn't bring myself to say his name.
"W-why? Let me go!" I thrashed against my binds.
"Oh, but we haven't had much fun. Just seeing you bound and helpless isn't enough to sate my mind." He chuckled, pulling the lid off the tray. There were countless, wickedly sharp tools.
"You can't do this!" I screamed.
"But I have to finish what I started." He whined, ripping the sheet off my body. I almost passed out from what I saw. My body was already open. He had cut me open, leaving my organs bare.
"Of course, I've numbed your body. I want you awake to watch this process. It won't hurt a bit, I promise. And you'll be back with your friends very soon." He picked up a scalpel.
"Now, shall we begin?"
-later-
Adam P.O.V:
It was just after midnight when my friends and I stumbled into the house, slightly buzzed.
"Where'd Jason go?" Preston wondered.
"Probably to bed, which is where I'm heading now." I yawned.
"Night guys." I climbed the stairs, and entered my bedroom. But nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I turned on the light.
Jason was sitting on my bed, but something was wrong. His eyes had been replaced by buttons, his mouth stretched into a maniacal grin, revealing unnaturally sharp, jagged teeth. 'Adam' was stitched across his forehead, and he held a box with my name on it. I crossed the floor, shocked, and poked Jason to make sure that he was indeed... dead. His skin gave way right away almost like... he had been stuffed with cotton. I closed me eyes tightly, trying to process this. I reached out with a shaky hand and untied the ribbon on the box, and vomited immediately when I saw it's contents. Jason's organs lay nestled in the tissue paper. I sank to the floor with a scream.
My door flew open, and Mitch, Jerome, Preston and Ty bursted in. Everyone was silent, except for Ty, who sank to his knees with a long, high pitched wail, tears flowing down his cheeks.
Jason had been murdered.
A/N:
I thought the internet lacked horror stories featuring MC Youtubers.. so I decided to do something about that.
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