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@ Eclectic Memoirs
2024-03-16 10:49:39
The night had an eerie feel to it, a sense of something peculiar unfolding. Joe, nursing a pounding headache, pressed an ice pack to his temple—a feeble attempt to ease the aftermath of his excessive drinking, a warning he'd ignored from Amar. Amar, fed up with Joe's perpetual disregard for advice, launched into a nagging tirade that clashed with the chaotic atmosphere of the room.
"Keep it down!" I interjected assertively, a rare departure from my usual demeanor. Amar, acknowledging the disruption, apologized, revealing his consistently polite nature. Despite his manners, Amar harbored his own flaws, unspoken among our circle. In contrast, Wang, our friend, exhibited borderline sociopathic tendencies, clutching a pocket knife on the floor. We hesitated to separate him from the weapon, mindful of Amelie's experience—her left eye concealed beneath a glass eye after attempting such intervention.
The impending class loomed over us, prompting Amar to leave Joe's room for school preparations. Joe concerned etched his face as he mentioned, "Hyde hasn't returned." While I harbored a tinge of jealousy regarding Joe's attention to Hyde. I don't know my presence was never noticed around him. We talk ,hangout but there was never that kind of closeness between us .I was too exhausted to traverse back to my hostel. Sensing my fatigue, Joe offered, "You can spend the night here," yawning as his body signaled imminent shutdown. Odd thoughts flitted through my mind, contemplating a scenario akin to Ennis and Jack from Brokeback Mountain, though our connection lacked that chemistry. Drained, I succumbed to sleep, only for intrusive dreams to weave strange scenarios with Joe until an abrupt alarm jolted me awake.
The emergency alarm echoed through the school, propelling Joe and me to the hall where a crowd had amassed. In the center lay Amar's lifeless body. Cheryl, a friend, crumpled at the sight, requiring Joe's assistance. Another figure caught our attention—Wang, grievously injured, being attended to by paramedics. Questions of the killer's identity and who might be next swirled in my mind. Joe, a stabilizing presence, managed to calm my rising panic. Terrified, I opted to spend another night in his room.Upon awakening, we found ourselves in an abandoned arcade, bound and chained, confronted by a masked figure resembling the grim reaper. We were the next targets of the mysterious killer .