Two days later, Amanda was paying tribute to Fraser and his family at the place where their memorial picture was kept, Jane interrupted her.
"Amanda" Jane called slowly. Amanda turned immediately and wiped off the tears crawling down her cheeks.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Amanda asked angrily.
"Look…" Jane said, trying to move closer to Amanda. Sharply, Amanda brought out a short pistol from her pocket and pointed it at Jane.
"One more step and I swear with my fucked up life that I'mma blow off your wicked head" she cried out with anger.
"Amanda' Jane was shocked.
"I promised him that everything is gon' be okay, why..why did he have to be killed by that motherfucker…why?" she cried, still pointing the gun at Jane.
"Something is wrong with Jake, I swear"
"You knew it was Jake?" Amanda startled, stared at Jane and scoffed.
"You knew it was him all this while? And you protected him right?" she stopped pointing the at her and chuckled.
"How did you know it was him?" Jane asked.
"Fraser told me"
"We need to stop him before it's too late" Jane said.
"It's already late, get out of town or he will find you and kill you too like he did to Fraser" Amanda replied.
"We have to do something"
"Fuck you" Amanda replied walking past her, heading out of the memorial place.
"I'll kill him if he tries any shit with me"
"You think you can pull that trigger on him?" Jane asked. Amanda stopped and turned.
"He buried a knife into Fraser's head, his closest friend. Fuck you" she replied and left.
12noon, Deb heard a knock on her door. She grabbed her pistol immediately and headed to the door slowly. Her kids have gone to school. She opened the door and pointed the gun outside immediately.
"Are you expecting another murder at your house today?" Adam, inspector of Fosterland police asked, pushing the pistol off from his face.
"I'm sorry, I was just….
"Being careful? You should have done that two days ago"
"Why are you here?"
"Yeah I won't beat around the bush, I'm here to take your badge and you pistol" he said, staring at her.
"What?"
"Your badge and pistol?"
"And why is that?"
"You are on suspension for one month" Adam breathed out loudly
"I'm sorry too but that was an order" he added.
"What do you mean it's an order? Who gave the order?" Deb asked.
"Come to the office and find out yourself, right now, I need your Fosterland police badge and your assigned pistol" Adam requested, showering his right hand to Deb.
"There must be a mistake somewhere, Look Adam I'm just gonna….
"Deb…" Adam interrupted her, looking at her.
"Take care of your boys for one month okay? Just give me what I requested for please" he said slowly.
David came out of the bathroom with the white towel hanged on his shoulder. As he was heading into his room, the phone on the kitchen ranged out loudly. He looked at the phone for some seconds and headed towards it.
'Yes?" he spoke into the phone after grabbing it. He didn't hear anything for some seconds.
"Is this David?" a male voice sounded into the phone.
"Jake?"
"scream!"
"What" David asked, looking into the phone.
"Wanna play a game?"
"Who is this?"
"Wanna play a game?"
"Fuck you" David replied and dropped the phone.
The phone began to read again the moment he tried to leave. He looked at the phone again and took it up.
"Go to some amazement park and play your stupid game with kids you will find here or play with your fucking dick" he yelled at the phone and dropped it immediately. The phone ranged out loudly again and stopped David from leaving the spot.
"Wanna play game?" the voice asked with a dull tone.
"What do you want?" David asked slowly.
'To play a game with you"
"What game are you talking about?" David asked and there was a light blackout immediately.
"Fail and you die, the game begins now"
"What?" he asked, pressing the switches.
"Who's your favorite Chinese actor?, I suppose you'll choose Jet Li"
"It's Jackie Chan" David replied and the lights came back on.
"Oh… I was mistaken" The voice replied.
"My turn"
"You don't have any turn David"
'What do you mean by that, we are playing a game"
"I have the game, you are the game"
"What does that mean?" David asked and the lights blacked out again.
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
"Nightmare of Elm street"
"The first?"
'Yeah, the rest sucks" David replied and the lights came up.
'Why'd say so?"
"What if I hangs up?"
"Look down the window" the killer said David headed towards the window. He looked down and saw the ghost masked killer standing down the building.
"How do you feel while talking to a serial killer?" he asked David.
"You what happened to Fraser right? Don't let it happen to you?"
"What's the last question?'
"Last question? Who said its remaining one?"
"What the fucking question murder?" he asked and the lights went off.
"Who wrote the script of ' Nightmare of Elm street?"
"Wesley Earl Craven'
"That was too fast"
"Fuck you"
"Can you stab?" the killer asked. David looked down through the window, the killer was no longer there.
"Where are you at?"
"Behind you' he replied slowly and David turned quickly with tremble but didn't see anybody.
"Were you scared?" he asked slowly.
"Amanda is stronger than you are, don't you think so?" David dropped the phone with tremble and opened the door to his room, hoping to hide. But unfortunately, the ghost masked killer was sitting on his bed. David's heart flipped away.