After a half an hour passed and the team found no traces of Ryan or Arietta, the girls wanted to call the police. “What about the woods? I heard there was an old shack somewhere in the woods.” Scarlett said, using the walkie-talkie, talking with on of the girls. “Good idea! We’ll talk to you when we get to the shack.” Scarlett sighed. Fright Night ended at midnight, and it was already 10 p.m. Scarlett watched a little girl dressed as Swan Lake sit down and eat some of her candy. She had chocolate all over her face.
Another half-hour passed, and the girls phoned in. They souded sickly, and someone was crying in the background. “Uh, Scarlett? We found your sister, but it isn’t pretty.” Someone wailed “why?”.
When Scarlett got to the shack, Arrietta was on the floor, motionless. The girls had put towels around the blood, but it was clear the her sister had moved on. “Oh, no.” Scarlett said, and one of the girls hugged her. “These Frght Nights are horrible, aren’t they?” one asked. The other was phoning 911.