The laughter dıes instantly. The trees, once so familiar, suddenly feel wrong...as if they’re holding their breath. The crackling campfire flickers low. And then, Theo's voice breaks the fragile calm.

“Hagrid is dead... and Draco is missing. We have to get back to the castle… now.”

Your heart sinks as your breath catches.

“Wait—what?” you manage to ask eventually. “No… no, that’s not funny, Theo.”

But the look on his face isn’t teasing. His eyes are wide, and there’s bIood on his sleeve that’s not his.

You spin around, searching the clearing. “Where’s Draco?” you whisper.

Mattheo slowly stands from around the campfire, his wand in hand. “He was just here. He went to grab more firewood, he said…”

Suddenly, there is a shriek that makes your bIood run cold. You whip around in the direction of the scream to see a figure standing at the edge of the firelight, half-shrouded in shadow. Tall. Masked. Holding a machete slick with something dark.

“RUN!” Hermıone warns. but it’s already too late for one of the Ravenclaws. Her scream is cut off as she’s dragged into the dark.

You don’t need to be told twice. The group scatters, screams ripping through the forest. Panic erupts as spells are shouted—Expelliarmus! Stupefy! Bombarda!—but nothing touches him. He keeps coming. Unbothered. Unstoppable.

Branches whip your face as you sprint through the forest, Hermione ahead of you, wand glowing like a lighthouse in the blackness. Behind you, the shrieks continue...until they stop.

You, Mattheo, Theo, Hermıone, and Enzo crash through the forest until the castle comes into view. You burst through the gates as the first light of dawn kisses the towers. But something still isn’t right.

Enzo’s breathing hard. “We made it…”

Theo shakes his head slowly. “Did we?”

And then, from behind you. A slow scrape. The sound of metal against stone. Hermione gasps, and you turn and see him.

He followed you iInto the school…into your sanctuary. The spells won’t work. There’s nowhere left to hide. And it’s still…

Friday the 13th.