The lights flickered violently—on and off—as if the house itself was trembling. Everyone stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at J's decapitated body sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood. Her head was gone. Gone.
"What the fuck!" Nyra shouted, her voice cracking under panic.
"We have to call the police!" Leah sobbed, tears streaming down her face, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone.
"Are you stupid?!" Mason barked, his voice sharp like broken glass.
"What the hell do you mean by that?!" Leah snapped, grief twisting into rage, her sobs choking her words.
"It doesn't even look like anyone broke in!" Asher said, his voice low and trembling. "The kitchen window... it's not shattered. No forced entry. It's like—like this wasn't done by a person at all."
"So what now?" Nyra said with a bitter laugh, her voice shaking. "You're telling me a ghost killed her?! We are so screwed! We're fucked! All of us—we're going to jail!"
"No we're not," Mason said flatly, his eyes dark.
Everyone turned to him, confused and scared.
"You do see the bloodbath we're standing in, right?" Nyra yelled, gesturing wildly at J's mutilated body. "She was our friend! She's dead, Mason!"
"What's the plan, then?" Asher asked, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Because standing here won't fix this."
"We bury the body," Mason said coldly.
Silence.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jace said, backing away. "That's insane."
"And what's your plan? Wait for the cops to show up and drag us all to jail for murder?!" Ruby snapped, her voice laced with panic and fury.
Tasha stared at her. "You can't be serious..."
"I am serious," Ruby said. "There's no evidence anyone else was here. It's our fingerprints everywhere. The knife, the fridge, the floor—"
"Ruby's right," Mason said, pacing. His voice cracked slightly but he pressed on. "If we call the cops, we're suspects. Every single one of us. Who's going to believe we didn't do it?"
"And my parents will kill me if I end up in jail," he muttered.
"No! No, I'm not part of this madness!" Leah cried out, holding her phone. "I'm calling the police. This is murder!"
Before she could dial, Mason stormed toward her and slammed the phone out of her hand. It hit the floor and shattered.
"You call them," he hissed, "and I swear, I'll tell them you killed her. That scream? It came from you first. You found the body. You had time to stage it. Think they won't believe me?"
Leah stared at him in horror, stepping back like she was seeing him for the first time.
Everyone else stood still, barely breathing, their minds spiraling into chaos.
"Everyone split up. Find shovels. Trash bags. Something. Asher, help me with the body," Mason ordered.
No one moved.
"I said NOW!" he screamed.
And like puppets, they scattered in every direction, each one of them numb and terrified.
Asher stepped toward the body reluctantly, trying not to look at what was left of J. Mason crouched beside her, breathing heavily.
But then his eyes narrowed.
"Wait... where's the head?".
OUTSIDE MASON'S HOUSE
Under the eerie silence of the night, Mason and Asher carried J's limp, headless body through the backyard toward a black Jeep. The moonlight caught the edge of the bloodstained sheet wrapped around her as Asher, struggling not to gag, used one hand to lift the trunk. With one final heave, they flung her body inside.
Moments later, the others returned—breathless, pale, and visibly shaken. Leah, her face streaked with silent tears, clutched a black trash bag in her hand. She didn't say a word.
"Where are we even going to bury her?" Nyra asked, eyes wide with disbelief.
"There's a patch of woods not too far from here. Secluded enough. But we need to move fast—before anyone notices we're gone," Mason replied, scanning their faces. Everyone nodded stiffly—except Leah.
"Not all of us should go," Asher added, taking the trash bag and shovels from the group and tossing them into the trunk. "Some of us need to stay back and clean the kitchen. Bleach everything. Hide all signs she was even there."
Mason gave orders with disturbing calm. "Jace, you stay here with Ruby, Tasha, and Maya. Scrub every corner. Asher, Nyra, Leah—you're coming with me."
He climbed into the driver's seat. Asher jumped in next to him. Nyra hesitated briefly before sliding into the back seat. Leah stood frozen, fists clenched, before she finally got in, her silence loud.
Without another word, Mason sped off into the night.
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INSIDE THE HOUSE
Back in the house, Jace turned to the girls, face tense. "Let's clean up the mess."
They moved like ghosts, heading to the kitchen with buckets, water, and soap. The metallic stench of blood still clung to the air. It was everywhere—on the walls, the floor, even the cabinet handles.
They got to work. Scrubbing. Wiping. Bleaching. Trying to erase every trace of what had happened.
"I can't believe this is real," Maya whispered, her voice shaking as she scrubbed at a red smear on the tile. "This feels like a nightmare."
Tasha, silent, glanced over at Ruby—who was furiously scrubbing a streak of blood from the wall. There was no emotion on her face. Just mechanical movements. Scrub. Wipe. Scrub again.
Tasha looked away and continued cleaning.
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THE WOODS
Meanwhile, Mason's Jeep barreled down a winding road, headlights slicing through the dark. Trees closed in on either side as they entered the woods. Eventually, Mason took a sharp turn onto an overgrown path and stopped.
No one said a word.
One by one, they stepped out, the cold air biting at their skin. The only sound was the crunch of dead leaves beneath their feet.
Asher opened the trunk, revealing J's wrapped body. The group stood still for a second—then each grabbed a shovel.
They began to dig.
The soil was cold and tough. Minutes dragged into eternity. No one spoke. Only the sound of shovels hitting dirt echoed through the forest.
And still—J's missing head haunted the silence.
IN THE WOODS
After what felt like an eternity of digging through cold, stubborn earth, the four teens finally stepped back, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Leah collapsed onto the ground, breath shallow, her hands trembling as dirt caked her fingers.
Asher and Mason exchanged a silent glance before walking back to the Jeep. Without ceremony, they pulled J's wrapped body from the trunk—her form lifeless and stiff—and dragged her to the edge of the freshly dug grave.
With one final push, they let her fall in.
A heavy thud echoed as her body hit the bottom.
For a few long seconds, they just stood there—staring at her. No one dared speak. No one moved.
Until Nyra finally broke the silence.
"We better finish this and get the hell out of here. This place... it gives me the creeps."
She stabbed her shovel into the dirt and began covering the grave. One by one, the others followed, flinging soil into the hole, each thud louder than the last.
As the grave slowly disappeared beneath the earth...
In the distance—shrouded by the twisted silhouettes of trees—a figure watched them.
A horror-styled bunny.
Its fur was stained. Matted. Its limbs slightly twitching.
Its red eyes glowed like embers in the dark.
And then, without a sound, it slowly stepped backward—disappearing into the blackness of the woods, swallowed by shadows.
Unseen. Unheard. But very much real.