Victims

My friends and I were planning a surprise for a rather timid girl in our class for Halloween. We looked all over for abandoned shacks in the forests, old schools, hospitals, pretty much the full works. We found plenty of scary buildings and we had decided to go to the basement of an abandoned block of flats.
Then we saw something in the paper, there was a small advertisement at the bottom of the page, saying a house that a family known as the "Trens" had all died at it. Not mysteriously, not viciously and not suspiciously, they just died over a few years, all seven of them.
The thing was though they had lived on a tiny island only big enough for maybe three moderately sized houses. They had been trying to sell the island itself but it wouldn't sell for some reason. It wasn't because of the deaths. No one had ever gotten around to buying it. The passage was a final notice and the island was available for viewing one last time before it was taken off the market.
So my friend Zara called up the agency and asked if there was a chance of an over night stay in the house. The woman was cautious because she thought maybe we were having a party and would wreck the place. We assured her though there was only six of us and were not planning a party. She agreed thinking we would probably buy it even though we were just students.
We set off that morning it was uneventful really. We set out at 7:00AM and arrived at 10:00AM. It was me, Zara, Sam, Joe, Kaitlin, and the timid girl, Jess. We were all good friends and having a laugh because Jess was shitting herself. We all put on brave faces because I know as soon as I saw the house I also wanted to head back. The whole place was a dump.
Anyway, we had a man from the estate agency take us around the house and him asking things like, "Well you can buy the house on the island or not?" He continued. "But as you can see it needs work. As you probably already know if it's not sold it will be demolished."
After being lead around I asked, "Um, what about the basement bud?"
To which he replied, "Oh the steps are rotted it's too dangerous. Anyway I'll be off, you kids have fun. Call me if you're interested."
The door slammed behind him with the force of the wind and we heard a murmured, "Sorry," from behind.
So we set off setting up the place for our mini party and frighten Jess. We pretty much chatted until dark and then the dares began. You know. Typical teen party with a bunch of drunken 19-year-olds. Then it was asked by Zara what it was we had all been dreading, "Jess," she said in a menacing voice.
"I dare you to go into the basement," Jess's jaw hit the floor.
"Oh you have to be shitting me? No fucking way Zara."
Of course Zara would have none of it, "Sam, you know what we do when people don't follow the rules right?"
To which Sam hesitantly nodded, "We make them."
With that we all burst out laughing except Jess. We didn't notice as we thought of ourselves as so funny but she was crying.
We opened the door shoved her onto the top step and shut it. Yeah, I know you just called me an evil bastard. From within we heard her shuffling around a bit and weeping. We urged her to go down and we said we would not let her out until she reached the bottom step. Ten long minutes later we hear a feeble voice, 
"Guys."
"What is it little miss wimp?" I shouted down but what she said next made us all silent.
"Did you light this candle?" She said with genuine terror in her voice.
My reply was the logical one, "Oh shit. It's probably just some squatters come back up, Hun," I wondered about how the hell a squatter can get to an island three hours away?
"Fuck guys," came Jess's voice again. "Call the police the steps are broken. Oh shit. Let me out." She started screaming and panicking and we all stood there like selfish bastards too scared to move and then, thump.
"Jess," my voice was cut off by a strange high voice.
"Ready or not. Here I come."
But Sam had had enough, "Well fuck you guys." He ran for the front door. Unfortunately, the floor gave out under his foot. Then his leg slipped in. The whole thing collapsed engulfing him in the darkness of the basement. The last thing I heard was him grunting as he was hit something below.
I turned and was greeted by nothing. The others had ran up stairs leaving me alone. Out of the hole came two flashes and an electronic drone. Up flew two pieces of square paper. They were Polaroids. The card was still black but it coming into view. I stood there holding back my vomit as the images appeared. The first one was Jess, her right arm was gone replaced with a stump and some entrails. Her jaw was ripped open and there was something scratched into her forehead, it said, "Victim."
The second one started to come through. I could no longer hold back the urge to puke. It erupted from my mouth almost hitting the photo. Sam's eyes had been ripped out. His foot had been severed and was laying on his chest. On his head was the same word.
"What sort of a sick fucker are you?" I screamed. I'm average height and worked out a lot and thought I could fight whoever it was. There was a burnt hand that reached onto the edge of the hole in the floor. The burns looked like cigarette burns.
Then a camera and old Polaroid came out and the flash went off blinding me for a few seconds, "You're last," came a voice. I heard him stumble up the stairs.
I heard Kaitlin say, "Joe please tell me that's you?"
Joe screamed, "No. Run."
There was thump, flash and a buzz from the landing. Another piece of paper flew down the banister landing at my feet. I began weeping at the hopelessness of it all.
"Please no," Zara screamed.
"I don't have mercy, bitch," Another flash from the gaps in the floorboards came above my head and another photo slipped down and landed behind me. Once again, I didn't look. I simply looked up at the stairs awaiting my assailant. Instead, Joe crashed through the banister and rolled down the stairs.
"Joe get up," I pleaded with him. I fell to my knees as I noticed a plank of wood shoved through his neck. I threw up again. Gargled noises came from Joe's mouth.
He was retching on his own blood but I heard what he said, "Get out."
With no hesitation I, "got out," I dived over the hole in the floor only just making it to the other side. I barged through the door into the black night. There was a rowing boat we had passed in the dock. I dove into the boat and rowed in any direction that wasn't the island, until I could row no more.
Finally, I reached shore and didn't stop running until I reached my house. I haven't called the police yet because I need to record this before he comes for me. I know because when I got home there was a one message on the Facebook tab I left it open.
It was from the guy everyone had bullied for pretty much no reason until we went to the university. I opened the message, "Have a nice evening. I'm sure you got some lovely pics. I would luv 2 show you more. I'm sure I could fit you in the album as well. As I'm on my way over to ur house now. ;)"
It all just hit me. On the last day of school. We had burned him with cigarettes and took his clothes off him. The incident had embarrassed him in front of everyone he knew but I was the only one involved who had been in the house that night. He was punishing me.
Another message came through as well, "I'm at ur house now bud after I'm done here. I'll need to visit some more guys."
"This is good bye. I just heard the door open that I forgot lock in my rush."
"I guess bullies are the weak ones aftensdfegrtynju.,kilo."
"Great, he spilled blood all over his fancy computer. Suppose now that I've killed him. I can format this wall and correct his spelling mistakes. Always did have to do his work but who's the victim now?"
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