Greater_Oat

In the nostalgic backdrop of 2010s Gloucester, a tight-knit group of 20 friends attend Crestwood Secondary School. But as their lives unfold, an unexpected and sinister turn takes centre stage.

Tragedy strikes when one by one, members of the once-thriving friend group meet untimely deaths. With each passing, suspicions grow, and Mason finds himself at the centre of a chilling mystery. Is he the common thread linking these deaths, or is there a more sinister force at play?

As the body count rises, the clock is ticking, and the true murderer's identity must be unveiled before it's too late. In a race against time, Mason must navigate a web of deceit, and long-buried secrets to bring the killer to justice and salvage what remains of his once-unbreakable friendships. Will Mason uncover the truth before more of his friends meet their demise, or will he become the next victim in this gripping tale of mystery?

Shadows Among Friends: Unmasking the Silent Killer

"Luke just dipped out huh?" Joseph asked Ibrahim as they walk down a side street, "It seems so. His dad picks him up, he stopped attending rugby. He's not trying to be killed."

Joseph then spoke, "I know you didn't you didn't find Matthew's body by yourself, you clearly had help." Ibrahim looked at him with a confused look, "What makes you so sure?" Joseph looked at him with a look of disassumement, "You're the same guy who plays video games all day, none relating to problem solving."

"So who was it?" Joseph questioned with an annoyed look, "Okay, okay it was Mason." He sighed as Ibrahim spoke and he looked up as rain started to pour from above, "Someone is who is targeting the school or us. Do you think that we are going to live past this?"

Ibrahim shook his head, "No, I doubt it, we should be taking protective measures but that still won't save us."

A young girl walked, she was about 12 years old with black hair, the clouds were rolling in as she walked alone. And far away about 100 metres a figure watched her, where she walked.

They stalked her journey all the way back to her house where she slung her bag off her back and opened the door. Shutting it behind her she entered the house and started to watch Television.

Ibrahim walked out of his house and slamed the door behind him, and a white van was there with a logo that said, 'Severn Shipping Yard.' Scattered footsteps came from the end of the alleyway, he came through. He turned his head to see a figure with a pink bunny mask holding a knife.

He reacted in time just enough to survive the first slash but was stabbed in the shoulder. Ibrahim kicked the killer away as he pulled out the knife impaled in his shoulder and stabbed the girl in the hand.

He smiled as he punched her the face and was about to unmask her when the van door opened and a rope was pulled around his throat. They pulled him left then right. It hurt like hell and his throat hurt too bad to yell.

She recoiled in pain as she pulled out a knife and atabbed him in the beg. Punched him in the face until he blacked out. He coughed up blood as the girls hoped into the van with him and waited a few seconds before casually rolling out.

Gone without a trace, seemingly vanished.

"So he tell me what happened in whole from start to bottom?" The Detective asked with a notepad and pen as there were a police car parked on the main road, "I sent him to school, he came back, then I sent him to go by eggs. The shop I sent him to is 10 minutes away, he should have his phone but no answer. And it been 2 hours. Please find my boy."

She nodded, "I'll be sure to fine him and bring him back home." The detective stood up as Ibrahim's mum spoke, "What's your name?" The detective spoke, "Detective Helen. Wait what store did you send him to?"

"I sent him to Harris' goods." Ibrahim's mum watched as she wrote it down, "At 6.30?" She nodded teary eyed. "Please just find my Ibrahim, he's a good boy."

With that, she walked out and the flood light beamed down in the darkness. She noticed a few drops of blood, now being illuminated by the flood lights. She saw a patch of dry ground that was rectangular, even though it was raining earlier.