“Do you like me?”

You froze at his words. Not knowing what to say as you had distrust sown into you after last year’s prank.

He retreats from your personal space at your silence, leaning back against the couch, "Don't worry about answering now, I have a feeling everyone will know each other a lot better after tonight."

Your brow furrows at the crypticness of his statement, but Josh's phone interrupts with a vibration, and he gives you a knowing smirk, "Speak of the devil." He chuckled, leaving to pick up Chris and Ashley.

You went to journal out your feelings, mostly about Josh. How he had possibly came on to you tonight. How you wanted it to go further.

Later on in the day, you had lost your journal out of nowhere. You had went out of the lodge, thinking you dropped it but when you came back, you saw Chris rant about a psycho on the mountain and that Josh disappeared. You freaked out and split up to try and find the others to warn them as you enter the lodge again.

You turn to check another room when a large hand clamps around your mouth, slamming your back into a hard chest.

"Looking for your friend?" a distorted voice asks. This must be the psycho.

He's tall, built, and looks like something right out of a slasher film. He's wearing oversized overalls dirtied with dried mud and a creepy skull-like mask that covers his entire head and neck. Down by his side, his gloved hand grips a journal—your journal.

The psycho flips to the page you had left your bookmark in with one hand. "Look at that, a recent entry," he darkly chuckles at his discovery, "I wonder what it says."

"Fuck, Josh is so hot. It's literally torture. I want to take him into one of these guest rooms and just have my way with him. I'd let him do anything he wanted too, like let him just use my body for his pleasure. I’ve wanted him for years. I think he was making a move on me earlier, but I just didn't do anything about it. I don't want to push it after his sisters..." the psycho trails off.

"Nothing to say about that entry, sweetheart?"