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=='''''Invitation to the Grave'''''==

''Eight people gather at there old summer camp for a reunion. But something is very, very wrong...''

One beautiful Moonlight Falls afternoon, Justin Lakes was zipping down the road to the beach on his Kenspa, in response to the invitation he had just received in the mail.

 

It became standard quickly. June, who said she got fat by being addicted to her own cooking, made the meals for the group, when she got up early enough for breakfast. Mary liked to help her. They enjoyed everything on their plates, and June said she was glad that Sam had bought a lot of food. Sausages, pancakes, smoothies, eggs. Sandwiches, Fruit plates, stir fry, pork. Chicken, salad, mashed potatoes, hamburgers. Breakfast was a great time. She had promised to get up earlier the second day, saying there was going to be a breakfast surprise. Everyone sat hungrily around the table at eight thirty, thinking that June couldn't get up any earlier than a half hour early. But she wasn't there at nine twenty-one. "Oh, moodlet!" said Katie, jumping up. "I'm starving! Where is she?" She led the group into Cabin 3, the one that she shared with June. "Phew!" said Aaron, waving a hand in front of his nose. "Something smells." June was nowhere in her bedroom. Finding the bathroom door unlocked, Katie stepped inside and screamed. the rest of the group scrambled in to the sight of, in bathwater blue from sitting out all night, the dead body of June Green.

 

The camp didn't panic too much. They were busy grieving over the loss of a childhood friend. One night, over the campfire, Katie broke the silence. "I'm staying. June would have wanted us to enjoy the trip." "Yeah," agreed Mary. "She wouldn't want us to just freeze." The others nodded and began to get up and head back to their own cabins. Katie sat there, tuning her beloved guitar halfheartedly. Justin stood in front of his chair, rocking on his heels. Around D string Katie looked up. "Yeah?" "Um, I kind of wanted to talk to you..." "Sit," she replied, gesturing to the chair next to her. "You know," he began uncertainly, "Someone so vigorous and happy as June, just going right out of the blue...It gives you a lot to think about." "Yeah. It kind of scares me." "It seems like we just think we're invincible, so we don't think it matters. But we might not get tomorrow. We have to seize the day, 'cause the next might not come." Katie nodded, biting her lip. "Katie," Justin continued, taking her hands. "If I die tomorrow, I don't want to die without love." He stood up, taking a small case out of his pocket. "Katie, do you still love me? I mean, would you try to, even though..." She got out of her chair, wrapping her arms around him. "I never stopped," she whispered. "Why would I?" "Well, I was insecure, and I made a big deal over what people said, and I--" "Don't give me that testing cheat. You are a great guy, and I love you." Her words were punctuated by a kiss that meant everything it could. A toast to love, life, and a fresh start on both.

 

As they entered the kitchen, Justin pulled a knife from the knife holder. To be on the safe side. Agatha went and sat at the table, burying her face in both hands. He sat down across from her, setting the knife on the table. At the clang, Agatha looked up in alarm. "What's that for?" she asked. "Whoever killed June and Aaron," he said grimly. "Please no," she whispered, then shook herself and continued. "I was- I was sleeping in my room and I heard a weird clattering noise. It woke me up. I looked to the side and- and- Oh plumbob! Sarah was there, and she-she had a gun, and- it was pointed at me!" She shook violently. "I didn't really realize what was going on, it was a lot to take in when I just woke up. I- I asked her what she was doing with that gun, and where she got it, and she just sat down on the bed and said everything. When she was a little girl, her mother committed suicide, and her father made Sam move out before he was ready. Sam was always unstable, and something snapped. He home schooled Sarah, and all she says is that she won't talk about those years. She seems to think that all she's supposed to do is obey Sam without question. She knew that earlier on, Sam's relationship with Mary wasn't safe. She cheated on him- with- with Aaron." Agatha took a deep breath. "He was furious when Mary got pregnant. He- he thought it wasn't his." Justin remembered the words on the page. 'kill the father.' "He decided to kill Aaron and put the blame on Mary so she would go to jail. And- he- he was sick enough to try to kill us all to mask it! He wanted Aaron dead first, but Sarah made a mistake and poisoned the wrong coffee. She got it right the second time. Th-then we started to be friends, but-" she paused, beginning to cry, "I was going to be next!" She stopped and just sobbed for a long time. "Do you know why?" Justin gently said. "No!" she cried, her makeup forming dark tears over her face. "How could I know? I- I thought we were friends! But- but..." her sobs choked her words. Justin did his best to try and comfort her as he lead her back to her cabin. He gave her the knife from the kitchen and went to find Katie, to help him keep watch. The two of them sat by the bed all night, trying not to doze off. "Justin, is it really worth it? The whole strain of life and death? We're the only targets. If we just die, Sam will be done and no one else will get hurt. Maybe that would be better. Look at what's happening to us," Katie said grimly, nodding at Agatha, tossing and turning as she tried to sleep. "This is just so twisted. I don't know how I've stood it so long. We could just pull the plug on the whole Sim thing. We could stop." "Why would you want to, of all people? You never give up. You keep pulling. You're the strongest woman I know." Katie just shook her head sadly. "You don't know. You don't know how much I cry when I'm alone, even before this. I was never okay with my life. When I was four, my mom put me on the orphanage steps and said, 'Wait here, Katie'. I did wait. Until I found out she was never coming back. I poured my soul into my music. I had to be strong, then. It was better than crumbling so people feel like they have to carry you. That's the real reason I couldn't marry you." Justin was taken aback. "You married me now." She sighed. "I shouldn't have. Neither of us were ready. It was just the shock of a friend's death, I guess." "So, this marriage is a ''mistake?" "''I'm sorry, Justin. I should have told you everything when you frist asked me to marry you. I didn't know how you'd react. I really loved Mom, but she chose to leave me there. It broke me. Like the murders are breaking me." Justin didn't know what to say. The brave, fiery girl he loved was never there. Just a facade. When anyone on the same lot as you could slit your throat in the middle of the night, he had trusted her. And he didn't know anything about her. And then she goes out and says they never should have married. "You're right," he responded, breaking the silence. "This ''is'' a mistake." She bit her lip. "Why didn't you tell me?" he continued in a whisper. "I could have tried to help. How am I supposed to love, comfort and protect you if I don't know what's wrong?" "You can't," she whispered back. "Then how could you let me try?" he never thought to say it then, to tell her how much it hurt him to see her cry. "I shouldn't have. It was wrong. I was wrong to think you could help me at all." She quietly got up and left.

=='''''Chapter Five: Flatline'''''==

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