A/N: Welcome! It's been a couple of weeks since I've updated this book, lol. So, here you go! Enjoy!

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Three Weeks Later

After the on-campus deaths of Bryce and the librarian, the local college cancelled all of the remaining classes prior to the Christmas/winter break. Most of the students were happy, as they were now getting a slightly extended break. However, the ones that knew Bryce weren't as joyus, they were still mourning the loss of their friend and they were still rather suspicious of each other, due to the events in the hospital's parking garage.

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Currently, it was lightly snowing outside and Lance was inside his house. He was in his room, more specifically. That was where he spent most of his time since Keith's death. The only times he really left were to go to campus, to get something to eat or to go visit Evan when he was in the hospital.

As he laid on his bed, Lance sighed and stared at his lockscreen. His phone's wallpaper was of him and Keith, during one of their date nights. Having stared at the picture for a while, Lance sat his phone down and decided to make something to eat, since he was home alone.

***

After coming back with his food, Lance noticed his phone was going off. He picked it up and looked at it. It was an unknown caller, so he didn't answer. It wasn't until the fifth or sixth time that Lance finally picked up.

"Hello?" Lance replied, a trace of annoyance being present in his voice.

"Hello Lance~" Ghostface replied.

Lance furrowed his brows, "Who is this?"

It seemed as if Lance didn't know that this was Ghostface, prehaps he was never told about the phone calls and how they sounded.

"Who do you think it is?" Ghostface asked.

"I don't know but I really don't have time for this." Lance responded with a sigh, as he was getting ready to hang up.

"Don't hang up, Lance~"

Hearing his name from this unknown caller made him a bit nervous. He brought the phone back to his ear.

"How do you know my name?" Lance replied.

"I have my ways~" Ghostface chuckled, "Are you enjoying your dinner~?"

Lance was a bit more worried and confused, "how did you know I was getting ready to eat?"

The only response from Ghostface was another chuckle.

Being a bit panicked, Lance responded with, "look, Kyle, or Maxis, or Luke, or whoever this is, it's really not funny..."

"Are you sure Lance, because I'm having the fucking time of my life~" Ghostface chuckled again before responding, "if you're scared Lance, maybe you can call your boyfriend to come and protect you~..." there was a brief pause before Ghostface continued, "oh wait, that's right, I fucking killed that prick~" they chuckled afterwards.

At the mention of his dead boyfriend, Lance's eyes teared up and he started to steam a bit with anger, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit."

Ghostface growled, "What a dirty mouth~ It looks like I did Keith a favor by making sure he couldn't hear that~"

Lance hung up the phone and tossed it on his bed in frustration. He was furious. Soon enough, he began assuming that it was one of his friends, and when he did, he picked his phone back up and started sending a firey text message in their group chat, telling them off.

Of course, his message lead to everyone responding with confusion and even suspicion. They had no idea what he was talking about and just as Lance was about to further explain, his phone started ringing again. However, he didn't answer, letting it go to his voicemail as he continued typing away.

His typing soon stopped, however, as it wasn't too long after the voicemail was left that a window, downstairs, was broken. Against his better judgement, Lance left his room to go and investigate, he'd take his phone with him too.

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Walking downstairs to investigate the noise, Lance quickly found the shards of the broken window in the living room. After seeing that, he'd race to the front door and lock it. Once locked, his phone started vibrating and he'd answer it, not bothering to look at the caller ID this time.

"Locking your doors?" Ghostface asked, a hint of amusement in their voice, "that would work, if I wasn't already inside your house~"

"What?" Lance muttered and quickly spun around, looking at his surroundings and seeing no one.

"You heard me, Lance~" Ghostface chuckled, "All you have to do is guess what room I'm in~"

The line quickly went dead and Lance began to wander around the first floor, his eyes snapping around to every doorway he could see. He soon came to a stop in front of the laundry room door and Ghostface quickly popped out from behind it.

Managing to avoid their first knife swing and landing a quick shove onto the killer, Lance raced towards the stairway. However, his foot got caught on one of the first steps and he crashed to the ground. This allowed Ghostface to close the gap and plunge their knife deep into Lance's back.

Letting out a painful yelp, Lance's body tensed once the knife pierced his back. Ghostface grabbed the back of Lance's head and started slam it against the steps, multiple times, which resulted in a broken nose that was gushing blood and bruises that were quickly forming on his face.

As Lance was starting to lose consciousness, Ghostface quickly yanked the knife out and rolled him over onto his back. The last thing Lance saw was Ghostface raising their knife and tilting their head to the side before sending the knife deep into his chest.

Once Lance was dead, Ghostface stood straight up and wiped their blade clean before rushing out of the house.

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A/N: Well damn! There goes Lance :( I wonder what'll happen next? Peace out and stay safe everyone!