**Must Read: Friday The 13th Ever Scary - Season 1 - Episode 5**

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**Must Read: Friday The 13th Ever Scary - Season 1 - Episode 5**

“W-WHAT THE FLIPPING CRAP WHAT THAT?”

Destiny screamed, gripping her stuffed dog as if she wanted to kill it. She looked out the window sharply, her heart pounding.

She couldn’t see that well, since the cabin was completely dark, but the screaming didn’t relent. In fact, it seemed to get louder and more desperate. Destiny felt her body shake in fear. Was one of the boys raping Lucy?

“L-lucy?” Destiny cried weakly, her voice contracted. She hesitantly got to her feet and turned on the oil lamp again. She stared at the door, hesitating. Sure, she hated Lucy, but she couldn’t live with herself knowing that she was possibly dying. She swallowed hard over the lump that was forming in her throat and looked up at the ceiling.

“G-God, if I don’t make it out of what I’m about to do, please tell my parents I love them…a-and perhaps you can tell Ashton Kutcher that I hate him.” Destiny sighed and forced herself to grin a little. Oh, how she hated Ashton Kutcher…

With that, she ran out the door. She held the oil lamp in front of her so she could see as clearly as she could, and took in deep breaths, even though she knew it was inevitable; she felt like throwing up either way. Destiny reached the cabin she assumed was the one that Lucy was in; the screaming was piercing now. Her entire body shook as she reached for the doorknob.

Was she really doing the right thing? Lucy did just make her feel like the most unloved person on the face of the earth. She bit her lip hard, trying to block out Lucy screams in order to think about what she was about to do, but Lucy sounded like she was being torn to pieces.

“O-oh, D--N IT ALL!”
Destiny busted through the door, her face rather wild with determination.

“L-LUCY! WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
What Destiny saw instantly changed her expression from bravery, to down-right terror.

A VERY large man, wearing a hockey mask, was holding Lucy by the hair. His machete was halfway in Lucy’s throat, blood spurting from the wound. Hacked limbs covered the bed and floor around them, and Destiny could tell that the others had died way before this; their bodies were somewhat more intact that Lucy’s was, and there were huge puddles of blood on the floor around them.

After taking in the whole scope of the situation, Destiny did the one thing she really only knew what to do, and she would have to thank Lucy later in the afterlife for such a wonderful idea.

Destiny screamed.