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Amber and I sat up against the side of my bed while I laid in Ambers lap as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You're quiet, what's wrong?" My girlfriend asked.

I sat up and fixed my hair, "Ghostface." I replied.

"What about him?"

"There's a murderer on the loose! Again!" I rested my head on Ambers shoulder and she laid her head on mine. "I'm just scared, Amber, I don't wanna die"

"And you won't, I would never let that happen, I promise" She assured me.

"I love you, Amber" Did I really just drop the L-bomb? Now?

Amber took her head off mine and faced me, "You love me?"

I lifted my head from her shoulder and looked her in the eyes, "I do, I really do, Amber Freeman"

Her face broke into a smile and she pressed her lips to mine. Amber pulled away from the kiss and caressed my cheek with her thumb, "I love you too, Logan Macher"

. . .

"I asked Mindy to call everyone here, because... " Sam's voice trailed off, "there's something I have to tell you"

. . .

"So let me get this straight, you're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis and, what? That one of us is the killer?!" Chad asked.

"The killer told me he knew my secret" Sam answered the boy. "He attacked Tara to lure me back here"

"But then why immediately go and murder some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv?" Chad glanced over at me, "Hey, are you okay Logan?"

I sat up in my seat, "Vince wasn't some random, he was my cousin, his mom is Leslie Macher, Stu Machers sister"

"Who's Stu Macher?" Asked Liv.

"Liv are you fucking stupid? He's Billy Loomis' accomplice and my uncle!"

Sam sat up as well realizing something. "Okay, so the first three attacks are all on people related to the original killers"

Stu Macher was my uncle, could I be next? I mean eventually the killer would come after me or my dad. God, what kind of fucked up world do I live in? I mean who'd be crazy enough to recreate a fucking Stab movie? You have to be truly psychotic to pull some shit like that.

"Logan, you okay?" I glanced up at Mindy who sat on the coffee table, her body facing where Sam had just been sitting, and I nodded.

I looked around for a second and noticed Sam wasn't even in the room anymore. "Where's Sam?"

"Mindy accused her of being the psycho who's going around murdering people" Wes told me, slightly annoyed Mindy had accused Sam of doing such a thing.

I sat up and leaned forward. "Do you think I'm the killer, Mindy? I mean Sam's not the only one related to one of the original killers"

She was quiet for a moment, then she turned her body towards me and leaned forward. "Yeah, I do"

I scoffed, "Un-fucking-believable" I looked at the others waiting for an answer.

"Logan, it does make perfect movie sense" Of course Chad was agreeing with his damn sister.

"Screw you guys" I pushed Mindy and stormed out of the house.

"Logan, Logan!" Wes called after me, "Wait up!"

I crossed my arms and spun around. "What?"

"They're just scared, pointing fingers helps them I guess, don't let it bother you too much" I cracked a slight smile at Wes. "I'll walk you home, you shouldn't go off alone"

"Actually, can I stay at your place? My dads at work right now and I don't wanna be alone in my house"

Wes nodded, "sure, I'll let my mom know to order a little more sushi"

. . .

Wes paused the game, set his controller on the coffee table and stood. "Wanna help me set the table? My moms gonna be here any minute with the sushi"

"Sure" Wes and I headed to the kitchen and set up a a couple plates at the table along with some siracha and soy sauce.

"I need to go use the restroom real quick, your fat ass better save me some California rolls" I slapped his stomach playfully and headed upstairs.

. . .

I would like to forget what I saw when I came came down, I really would, but the image is burned into my brain. "WES!" I stood at the bottom of the staircase, petrified. Blood poured out of my best friends neck, his once blue shirt was now blood red.

. . .

"Logan Macher," The cop spun me around and cuffed me. "you're under arrest for the alleged murder of Judy and Wes Hicks"

Sam shouted at the cop trying to convince him I didn't kill Wes, all at the same time dozens of cameras were recording the whole thing, and to make things even better, a news van had just pulled up. The cameraman rushed out of the vehicle with the big ass camera over his shoulder filming the cop push me in the back of his car.

I didn't do it.

I didn't fucking do it.