JASON'S POV
I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of a masculine figure in a mask. His mask cladded face hovering right over me.
It was dark and probably a candle was lit in the room.
The murderer??
I was gonna get up but realized my hand was connected to a drip.
Oh geez!
"What do you want?", I asked.
I am not the strongest person right now and I hope he's not here to kill.
So, I was scared.
I watched him walk around my bed and to the drip that was connected to my body.
I watched him disconnect the drip.
"What are you doing?", I asked and he pulled me by the neck off the bed and tossed me to the end of the room.
It was then I realized, my head was hurting.
Help me, somebody.
"It's your turn to die", he angrily muttered.
gaaawwwwwdddd!
"And I'd have fun doing it", he said walking towards me.
I hurriedly got up and threw a punch at him which got him off guard.
