A/N: Welcome back! Just a heads up, this chapter is probably going to be the shortest one in this book, not counting the "Before You Read" one. Anyway, enjoy!!

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A day or two had passed since Lance's death. The local police were investigating and even interrogated the friends of his (that were still living), much like they did with the deaths of their other friends. Like the numerous times before, every one of them seemed to provide rock solid alibis for themselves, so that made the police leave the group alone, but also put them back to square one.

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The Next Day

It was sometime in the evening and Luke was currently outside. He was cleaning up/shoveling the little bit of snow that had fallen earlier that day. After he finished that, he walked to his truck and grabbed the brush he'd use to wipe the snow off of his truck. Once it was clean, he locked it up and decided to call it a night, heading inside to make dinner for himself.

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Walking inside, Luke went right to the refrigerator and rummaged through it. As he did that, a scraping sound could be heard outside. At first, he had assumed that it was a snowplow going down the road, but he began to think again because it sounded like the noise was coming up the driveway.

Taking a peek outside of a window, Luke looked around and couldn't see anyone. So, he just shrugged it off. Not even a minute later, however, there was glass shattering and the truck's panic alarm was going off.

Grabbing his keys, Luke raced outside and towards his truck. Once he reached the truck, Luke pushed the button on his key fob, which silenced the wailing alarm. Then, his eyes widened, seeing the snow shovel, that he used earlier, smashed through his windshield.

"What the fuck?!" Luke yelled in anger.

Getting closer to the broken windshield, Luke would pull the snow shovel out and toss it aside. He began to examine the damage, quickly noticing that it wasn't just his windshield that was messed up but his doors were scratched as well, almost like someone had just keyed them (or sliced them with a knife) seconds prior.

As he bent over and looked at the damaged paint, Luke heard the snow crunching behind him. Turning around, Luke saw the familiar black cloak and white mask belonging to Ghostface.

"Hey fucker, you think it's funny destroying people's cars?!" Luke growled, standing up as he stared at Ghostface, "How about I destroy your face?!"

Ghostface did their usual move of standing there, while cocking their head to the side as they watched the other. At least, that was until they saw Luke grab the shovel, then they took off running into the wooded area behind Luke's house. Prehaps being blinded by anger from his car, Luke began to chase after the cloaked figure. He wanted to get revenge.

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Not long into the chase, Luke lost Ghostface due to how dark it was. However, he continued to trek forward, determined. Although, the further he went, the more lost he felt, especially when everything was making sounds, such as birds in the evening sky, branches on the ground and his own footsteps.

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Coming to a complete stand still, Luke muttered some profanities under his breath. As he stood there, he'd look his around, not seeing Ghostface. That wasn't surprising because he hadn't seen them since they first entered the woods. Just as he was about to continue on his hunt, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his back, that pain was further increased because whatever caused it was now being ripped out of his back.

As he stumbled and turned around, Luke saw Ghostface standing there. They were now face to face with eachother, and fighting through his pain, Luke would lift the shovel, trying to swing it at them.

Ghostface quickly put a stop to that by grabbing ahold of the swinging shovel and with their other hand, plunged their knife into Luke's gut, multiple times. They'd watch Luke stumble backwards slightly and hold one of the freshly made wounds. Then Ghostface would take their knife and quickly slash his throat with it.

Letting the shovel drop to the ground, Luke would clutch his throat, the blood spurting out from it and seeping out around his fingers, staining the back of his hand (and the snow beneath his feet) red. The last thing he saw was Ghostface taking a few steps back to watch him bleed out and die.

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A/N: Well shit!! Luke is gone now, thanks to Ghostface. :( We're kinda getting down to the wire here, meaning the killers/killer will (hopefully?) be revealed? Or maybe not? Only time will tell >:) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter!