“Nick? Nick are you there?” Natalie cried as she sat on the
floor of the living room in Blake’s home. The bloodshed that had occurred
earlier was quickly drying into the carpet and Riley’s dead body was turning
cold beneath that white sheet. “I need help!”
“Natalie what’s wrong?
Has something happened to Blake?” She paused with the sudden realization
that Nick may not be aware of what his best friend would become three nights
out of a month. “Natalie?”
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