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He must have heard Lynn.

“Jeepers creepers, where did you get those peepers?” he sings and I feel like I’m going to throw up.

This is absolutely horrifying: this can’t be happening. This has to be an amazing act. Right?

Tristan covers Lynn’s mouth so he can’t hear her again.

“Ohhhh Summer,” he says in a completely normal voice and I look at Walker. Scared is not the word for how I’m feeling right now.

I know him.

The second he said my name, I knew that voice. It’s one that has haunted my dreams since I was a teenager.

I slide out of Darren’s arms. “We need to fucking go, now! I know him,” I whisper to them, fighting the urge to run this very second.

Walker takes my hand and we all sprint, running as fast as we can toward the light of the parking lot.

In between our steps, I can hear him running behind us, following us. I resist the urge to turn around, to see if it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.

The second we reach the field, we hear a little voice calling for her mommy. “Mommy, where are you?” She walks out of the woods looking around the field.

Just as the fucking Jeepers Creepers guy does too.

She turns to look at him, completely fine. “Josh, have you seen my mommy?” she asks him, then to us and back to him.

He doesn’t look at her, no. His eyes are on me. Walker pulls me slightly behind him and Darren takes up my other side.

He grins at me, showing those nasty teeth. He moans, rubbing his stomach in a sickening way. “I have waited so long to get revenge.” He lifts his machete pointing at me.

He takes off his mask, throwing it to the ground. I take a step back; I knew it was him but seeing him after all of these years and not in my nightmares, it’s overwhelming.

He is a serial killer that I put away when I was a teenager, the reason I became a therapist in the first place.

“Josh, what are you doing?” the little girl asks him, moving to him.

He looks down at her smiling, that smiles sends chills up my spine. “Your mommy is dead sweetheart, want to see?” He reaches into his pocket and takes out a piece of skin with hair attached to it.

He scalped her mom.

Fuck.

I gather myself and step out from behind Walker so he can see me. Walker puts his arm out in front of me so I can’t walk any further.

“Joshua, you don’t need to do this,” I tell him.

He glares at me with such hatred. “I do need to do this! You put me away!” he screams, showing how mentally unstable he is, spit flying from his mouth with every word.

He points the machete at me again, the sirens of the police right behind us. “I will be back for you, bitch.”

He throws the machete at me and I gasp in shock as it’s whirled right toward me. Walker pulls me out of the way with seconds to spare.

Darren growls angrily, “What the fuck?” He takes off after him. “Wait Darren,” I call after him but there is no stopping him, he disappears in the darkness of the woods.

“FUCK!” Tristan growls. “Dad, take the girls to the truck. I’m going after him.” Tristan takes his gun out of the back of his pants and disappears into the woods.

Gunshots start going off in the distance and the little girl starts crying. Walker picks her up and we all run to the truck, the only safe place right now. He gets us inside and makes sure we lock the doors then goes to help the guys.

The silence in the truck is deafening as we listen to the screams from deep inside of the trees.

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