“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused.

“But all the evidence points to you! Which means you must be the culprit.” Zachary said. Pointing an accusing finger in Ethan’s direction.

“But.. But it couldn’t be me!” He said desperate as his friends looked at him in disgust.

“PLEASE!” He cried. But it was too late everyone had seen through his facade. He was the killer.

He woke up in a cold sweat. The prickle of perspiration and the heaves of his breath confused him. Was he dead? Where was he?

He kicked off the strange covers of the strange bed and placed his feet on the icy floor.

He shuddered. He made his way towards the door, hand just grasping the knob and…

The door flew open!

“Hey wake up!” Someone said. The light from the hallway was too bright and Ethan covered his face and grimaced.

“What’s going on?” he muttered.

“I’m not sure… But let’s go talk with everyone and find out!” The boy coming into focus’s said.

Ethan gasped.

“By the way I’m Zachary! Let’s be friends!” Ethan turned white and followed the “stranger” with a nod.