Three down; one to go. Sam. I started to search upstairs, but then I heard a scream from the woods and darted out. She’d run, but I’d catch her. I found her in less than ten minutes. I ran ahead of her and jumped out. Sam howled and fell backward. “You fucking psycho!” she screamed, pointing at her fallen phone. “I’m live right now, and they’ll catch you, even with your mask.” I picked it up and put my fingers over the cameras. I raised it to my face. She was live, but no one was watching. How sad.
