When she first learnt about what happened, Jenny was shocked. Two days ago, a girl named Sally, the only survivor of what police and medias called the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, talked on the radio.

The poor girl seemed in total trauma, shivering and crying. Her pale cheeks were all covered by tears, and she couldn't even speak, drowned in her despair. 

Of course, Jenny was frightenend by the testimony. Psycho family hunting teenagers with a chainsaw, eating them before using their bones to decorate the house?! It was so awful, Jenny had nausea by even thinking of it. 

- How can someone do that? asked Paloma, as she finished doing her makeup.

- Do what ?

- C'mon Jen. The whole... thing. Can you even imagine eating human flesh?! That's... Ugh! So gross! 

Jenny stayed quiet for an instant. She gazed at Paloma, probably her only true friend here, and shrugged.

- I don't know, Pal. Why don't you go and ask them, directly?

Pal's smile faded, as she rolled her bright blue eyes and gave Jenny a nudge. 

- You're so silly, my God! the blonde laughed.

- Hey, girls! someone shouted behind the door. Ready? 

- Almost! Pal replied with the same tone. And tell your brother to stop spying on us, jeez! I see him through that damned window!

- Okay, okay! the masculine voice said.

Paloma then looked at her roommate and sighed :

- Boys...

Jenny smiled and checked her stuff. The bags were all there, she had her Nikon by her neck... Everything was ready! The ginger head took a deep breathe.

- No need to stress, said her best friend in a comforting manner. Everything's gonna be fine!

Jen nodded and put on her shoes (comfy Adidas sneakers).

- It-It's just... (she took a deep breathe again) I don't think it's a good idea...

- Hey..., Paloma whispered gently. If you don't want to come, it's okay. Feel free to stay.

- No way I'm letting you alone with these creeps!

- Tout doux ! These "creeps" are good friends of mine. 

The ginger head just looked away. After all, she only met Daniel and Karen once, when they were out at a party for Pal's 21 birthday. She remembered how they were so drunk they almost fell asleep in the swimming pool and drowned here... What a nightmare for the young girl, since she couldn't even help them herself, too scared to move. Pete and Will, on the other side, stood with her when her rapist tried to strike again. They were the only people, along with Paloma, to ever help her back at Rosewater...

- If you say so...

Now they were of age, Pal being 25 and Jen being 23, they were finally free to leave in their own apartment. No more of this creepy orphanage bullshit! Now, they lived an almost normal life, with a job and a living place in Dallas. Well... Paloma had a job, as a waitress in a casual bar. But Jenny, on the other hand... Lambert, her boss, fired her because of her attitude, just a week ago. It wasn't her fault, tho, if an old pervert of a cow-boy tried to grab her ass while she was doing the chores, and she smacked him right across his stupid face! So, goodbye Larry's shop, and goodbye wages! Now, Jenny was desperate to find another job, she couldn't just sit and wait for Pal to buy her everything, right?

- Hey! Do you even listen at me? the blonde asked.

- Uh, what?

The other girl cleared her throat and sighed in exhaustion.

- Nothing, daydreamer. Will's van is right here, honking from about an eternity. We are waiting for you, Sweetie.

- Mmh, then tell him I just need to pee and I come.

- So you come, finally? 

Jen looked up at her friend. She was the one to start all of this, after all. She couldn't just stay safe here while they... 

- Of course I'm coming!

She was a fool to accept to go down there, especially after the things Sally told on the radio. She was a fool... A fool... They would all die... By her only fault...

All of this for a fucking dare...