Jordan could hardly feel any part of her body as she walked past Lindsey, Michael, and Roland to lead the group down the stairs. She wasn't sure if she was numb from the anger she felt towards Mary and Lindsey, or from the fact that she was absolutely terrified to find out what the stalker wanted.

In any case, she knew that she had never been so uncomfortable, or so emotional, ever before in her entire life. This was something out of a movie. The whole ordeal with Mary and Neil was something that normal people, real people, weren't supposed to have to deal with in their lives. Your best friend didn't cheat on her boyfriend with your brother. Your best friend didn't cheat on your brother with at least four different guys over the past two years. Your best friend didn't lie to you about it for two years, and then not even have the decency to confess after your brother died in a car crash.

Or however Neil had died. Jordan realized that hadn't been set in stone in anyone's minds yet.

So she stomped down the stairs, hearing the quieter footsteps of the other four behind her. Her mind was somewhere completely different, somewhere she didn't even know how to start to get away from. All Jordan could picture was the image of Mary and Neil, plastered on the big screen at a Friday night football game.

It was disgusting, and wrong, and totally something that Jordan was not alright with imagining. Or with the fact that it had even happened in the first place. Or the fact that she hadn't known about it for a full two years.

The group exited out the front door of the Hadden home to find a car parked in the driveway, a car that clearly did not belong to anyone of the five teenagers.

"Um..." Michael trailed off from behind Jordan, "Are we actually expected to get in that thing?"

They walked closer to see a sign on the front of the car, a sign with all of their names typed neatly on the front and a specific seat in the car designated to each of them.

"Well this is...awful." Jordan muttered as Roland read the sign out loud.

"Mary, back driver's side. Michael, back middle. Roland, back passenger's side. Lindsey, passenger's seat. Jordan...driver."

The other four started to move towards their designated seat in the car before Jordan let out a loud laugh.

"This is a joke, right? You guys aren't seriously going to get in a random car that was sent here by someone who killed our siblings and is trying to kill us as well?"

Everyone else exchanged glances.

"I don't think we have too much of a choice at this point, Jordan." Roland spoke when everyone else refused, "I mean, we—I—tried going to the cops, but they wouldn't help us. We tried ignoring this person, and they put Mary's darkest secret up for the whole town to see. I think our best bet is just doing what they say."

Jordan shook her head, not quite sure if she could believe what she was hearing.

"We're going to get in this car? The car that the stalker-slash-murderer sent us?"

Everyone else nodded.

"Yeah." The other four replied in a terribly defeated unison.

Jordan took a deep breath, calming her nerves slowly. Roland's voice echoed in her head.

            "Jordan...driver."

"Alright then." Jordan nodded, pulling herself together and trying her hardest not to burst into tears on the spot, "Let's get in."

She opened the driver's door and slid into the seat, closing the door behind her as the rest of the doors slammed shut around her. Seatbelts clicked into place as Jordan turned the key in the ignition, the sound of the engine revving making her heart beat faster.

"Where are we supposed to go?"

"Good evening," A monotoned, robotic voice echoed throughout the car, resulting in a scream from Mary and a soft, "Whoa" from her brother, "Follow my directions to your destination."

Jordan looked at the display on the dash and saw that there was a clearly routed path on the GPS—the stalker had a specific place in mind.

"Follow my directions to your destination." The voice repeated.

"Put the car into reverse so it'll shut up." Lindsey ordered, but the finality of her tone was counteracted by the shake in her voice. Jordan obeyed regardless, putting the car into reverse and starting out of the Hadden's long, winding driveway.

"Don't hit our cars on the way down." Mary muttered.

"Don't tempt me." Jordan replied.

"Turn left." The car instructed.

Jordan obeyed.

They traveled in silence, no one speaking except for the GPS. Jordan followed every instruction, made every turn, and seemed to hit every red light.

And still, no one talked.

When she was cut off by a driver on the freeway and wanted to yell her favorite profanities, she stayed quiet. Everyone else stayed quiet as well. The GPS kept directing. They kept following its directions.

They passed the crash site. They passed the crash site and Jordan felt the other four teenagers' heads turn to look. It was like an instinct. Jordan kept her eyes straight ahead. For all of her reputation as being the dumb one of Mary Hadden's posse, she was smart enough to know that looking away from this road would lead to nothing but a repeat of future events.

"Turn right. You have arrived at your destination."

Jordan turned right and pulled forward a bit, the headlights from the car illuminating a scene in front of the five.

A scene that, to Jordan, was probably the most terrifying thing she could have pulled up on...short of a sea of dead bodies.

It was a cabin. A two-story cabin, with half of its wooden panels falling and hanging on by nothing. There had been paint on the wood long ago, clearly, but it was now chipped and peeling, nothing but scraps. The front door was slightly ajar, swaying back and forth just a few inches each way in the wind. The trees that surrounded the cabin touched the top of the roof just barely, and the scraping sound could be heard through the entire car.

"Alright. Well...what's next?"

Jordan's pocket buzzed and she pulled out her phone slowly, unsure of whether or not she really wanted to know what was on it.

"Well?" Michael asked impatiently.

Jordan read the text message out loud.

They got out of the car slowly, each movement carefully calculated. Walking into that cabin, the cabin the middle of nowhere, with little to no cell reception and phone batteries falling fast, could easily be the worst decision they ever made.

They walked up to the front door and Michael entered first, followed by Roland, Mary, and Lindsey, with Jordan bringing up the rear. When she stepped inside, she almost ran right into Lindsey's back, as the other four had stopped in their tracks.

"I think they're for us."

Michael was pointing at five envelopes sitting on a small wooden desk in the corner of the main room. They all walked over and saw that each had one of their names typed out neatly on the front.

Jordan took a deep breath before picking hers up. She sorely hoped this wouldn't end with her head on a stick.

A/N: What do you think the letters say? And how will this trip to the cabin end? I hope you enjoyed the update and keep reading! Wednesday will bring the letters' contents for you.

-Katherine