24-year-old, Zackary “Zack” Hernandez has aquaphobia, or a person who has a fear of water. Determined to cure his phobia and to reunite with his childhood friends, he decided to go back to the lake house where he was born and to also figure out the truth behind his nightmares that seemed to happen in the lake house. Before going there, here are the only things they expected to happen: have a blissful reunion, have extraordinary birthday celebrations, a relaxing vacation, to meet his grandparents and sister again, and of course to go back home safe and sound. But what they did not know was they only got themselves on the serial killer's hands and now it's impossible to go back. The shocking, gripping, and wicked THRILLER story of family, betrayals, and heinous crimes. That will surely make you think of how much knowledge do you know about the history of your family.
View More"Now, let’s continue." The man in a police uniform started as he took out the photos inside the brown envelope and scattered them in front of me.
My eyes fluttered as a sign of dreary. I want to ask for a glass of water, but I know nothing would be enough to drain the chaotic emotions in me.
Instead of looking at the gruesome photos of the people I grew up with, I turned my head around in the small plain room. It’s so cold here, and I’m tired of answering the same questions over again.
Nothing seems to be enough with the detective sitting in front of me. The old man is eager to prompt me to say the answers he wants to hear from me instead of the truth.
“Mr. Hernandez, for the hundredth time, can you please answer our question this time?” He said. I noticed him clenching his jaw. But I didn’t give in. I still remain my eyes on the painted white wall.
That doesn't help mend the emotions that are welling up inside me. He's just making things worse for me. I've actually seen their dead bodies with my own two eyes. Further aggravating my already poor state is his insistence that I reflect on them.
“A’right!” The detective straightened his back before picking up another envelope.
“What are your motives, huh? Why did you kill your grandfather?”
He grabbed my attention and stirred the worst in me. After several blinks, my eyes regained focus. To keep me from erupting, I balled my fists. However, when he showed me a picture of my grandfather, I trembled with anger.
All of the horrendous things he'd done to us came flooding back to me, bringing more tears to my eyes. I tightened my fists even further and gritted my teeth as I stared straight ahead at the detective seated in the chair next to me.
“He’s not dead,” I said, filled with conviction in my hoarse voice.
When I tried to take a breath, all I got was suffocation in this hellhole. My gaze quickly shifted to the other cop, who was standing limply in the doorjamb. He says nothing as he scrutinizes my every move.
“Then, study the picture again,” The old cop chuckled, mocking me.
“For what? To torture me?” I scoffed. I clicked my tongue in irritation and tore the picture up to the smallest fragment of it.
He grimaced at me and didn’t expect what I did next. I blew all the fragments of the photo into his face.
“I did not kill him. And I did not kill anyone.”
“So how would you explain these photos?!” He retorted back. His expression darkened.
For a brief moment, there was complete stillness. Everything that had transpired in the cabin raced through my mind as soon as I closed my eyes.
We were celebrating our long-awaited reunion and the birthdays of my sister and my friend, reminiscing about the things we missed in each other’s life. We were completely unaware of the danger that had been stalking us ever since we stepped foot in that house.
One by one, I saw how my friends fell limply on the ground.
One by one, our bodies were soaked in a pool of blood.
One by one, I saw him take their lives.
Regrets picking me. If I hadn't brought my friends to the lake house. Perhaps they were still alive.
I opened my eyes again, dissociating myself from the nightmarish thoughts I had as the same faces greeted me.
I trembled, “I swore that night.”
My fists flew across the table as I sprung from my seat in anguish. Before I spit out the last words I said that night, I watched his eyes widen in dread.
“This will be the last.”
THIS WILL BE THE LASTEPILOGUEONE YEAR LATERZACK"Congratulations, Zack. I’m so glad to say that this is the end of our sessions." Dr. Peterson, my psychologist, said to me as we both stood up and embraced.I couldn't believe that after a year of therapy, I was finally done. I was diagnosed with PTSD, and it took us a long time to cure the nightmares that I had been having since the night Santi was captured. I admit that lingered with me for a long time, and it's still difficult for me to this day, but it lessens; most of the time, I'm paranoid, thinking they're simply around me when they're not."I'm going to miss sitting here," I chuckled, and he agreed and laughed too.
A NEW NIGHTMAREMAY 30, 2021ZACKSeveral different colors of lights blinded me as soon as we walked out of the garage door, indicating that we were being directed to the ambulance. The general public and the media were quick to follow. I was expecting the cops to put us in handcuffs, but they didn't."Zack!" When I heard my sister's voice, I blinked and sat on the stretcher, searching among the crowd for her. As reporters fought to get a hold of us, several cameras flashed through us, but the police were quick to stop them."Chloe!" I yelled, I was going to hop out of the ambulance when the nurses stopped me, till Chloe got close to me with officers sprinting behind her back."I-I'm truly sorry!" Chloe sobbed as she climbed into the ambulance and embraced me. "
IN HELL, WE ARRIVEMAY 26, 2021ZACK"What were you thinking?!""Don't listen to him; he's brilliant at manipulating us, just like you said. So anything he says will only end up being a lie." Julius murmured, but he didn't look me in the eye."What I'm saying is true; their names are Kevin and Daisy. They were such sweet children, Zack; you should’ve met them. But sadly, they both died in the lake—Debbie killed them both," Santi stated once more. "That bitch is a badass when it comes to drowning kids."Santi laughed.When I return my gaze to Julius, he is glaring at Santi with his fists balled and quivering, as if he is angry at what Santi has said, which further adds to my skepticism.I shiv
HONEST ANSWER May 26, 2021 ZACK "Are you certain about this?" Julius asked nervously as he handed me the chainsaw. I nodded at him and looked at Santi, who was roped to the chair and had a tape across his mouth because he was still attempting to get free. "I've never been more certain," I said. While I was looking at him, Finn walked towards me, placed his hand on my shoulder, and nodded, showing his support. The notion of torturing someone has given me a thrill, and I'll confess that I'm a little anxious and a little scared. This isn't the first time I've killed someone, but it is the first time I've felt a rush in my stomach at the prospect of torturing someone. And it just so happened to be my father, and the fact that I am so thrilled is terrifying.
FILM SHOWMay 26, 2021ZACK"This will be the last," I murmured firmly as I gritted my teeth into him, my gaze fixed on his. I blinked before returning my focus to the fragments of his photograph."And these? And all of these?" I paused. "If you think you can trick me for the second time, you've failed," I sneered. As I watched the rage cross his face again, I narrowed my eyes at him. He looks like he's about to erupt at any minute.I exhaled furiously as I leaned back in my seat and messed up my hair, but I was startled when he smacked his fist with a gun on the table, forcing me to return my sight to him. I'm not sure what happened to me, but I don't feel anything. I don't feel any emotions other than fury, but all the fears I've felt toward him? They're all gone.
ALL TO BLAME MAY 20, 2021 ZACK I gritted my teeth as I pushed open the garage door, clutching the gun tightly as I walked carefully inside. Before I decided to step my foot inside here, I made sure to steady my breath and settle the panic inside me. I don't know where Chloe is, and I'm not going to stop looking for her; after I remembered that I witnessedthe filthy animal things he did to my mother at such a young age, I'm convinced that my sister is suffering in the same way that my mother did at his hands. Gabby was mistaken about my lack of familiarity with Santi. Because I do, I just forced my little old self not to remember Santi's true colors. Santi's awful crimes were kept hidden because of my cowardice. It was all because of me if I didn’t absentmindedly twisted my memories of him and choose to believe the few kindnesses he g
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