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me and a group of 5 friends were on our way home. despite MOTHERS who keep telling us to not talk/hitch a ride home from strangers, we did. we all did. somehow during the ride home, the stranger randomly state that he is one of the most wanted criminal in the country - THE SLASHER. then, he laughed it off like it was some kind of a secret inside joke.

though we all laughed along with him, it made us nervous. me, in particular. so when he stopped at a traffic junction, some of us scrambled to dash out of the car, supposedly, to safety. however, the stranger and his wife convinced us that they had no bad intentions and will send us home. 3 of my friends felt that they could be trusted and so went and waited in the car while me and the other 2 insisted on walking home or hailing a cab.

suddenly i saw the 3 of us being dragged and forced into the car while the original 3 who were already in the car were forced out. we could only watch as we drove away leaving our friends by the roadside.

it turned out that the stranger was not kidding. he was THE SLASHER. the 3 of us were chosen as his victims because he said we put up quite a struggle back there, proving that we had good instincts and therefore would make the cat-and-mouse game more fun. it would give him an even greater pleasure watching us fight and struggle while we slowly die. our other 3 friends were rather submissive and would not be much of a kill and so, they were allowed to live.

we were all released separately in some abandoned area to find our own ways of escape. it was all a blur after that. i remembered that i kept running and in the end, tripping over my 2 friends, stripped of their clothes, dead with their throats slashed from ear-to-ear.

i heard the sound of vehicles and i felt a glimmer of hope. i made a mad dash towards the direction of the sound and found a road. i tried to hail a passing car, and when it stopped, to my horror, i realised that it belonged to THE SLASHER. it took me all i could not to cry or show my fear in front of him while i slowly backed away as THE SLASHER got out of the car. his face was a blank mask.

suddenly he burst out in maniacal laughter and clapped his hands. he congratulated me for being the sole survivor before advancing towards me, saying how much he would enjoy fighting me as i struggled to get away, seeing the defiance in my eyes as he tormented me about details of how he murdered my friends, and feeling the blade slash my throat as he killed me.

so he began slashing his blade around to threaten me. he nearly got me but it merely cut my watch strap, and my watch fell to the ground. just when i thought that all hope was lost, his wife got out of the car to stop him, saying that a deal is a deal. i was the sole survivor, and therefore i was allowed to leave, unharmed.

i felt immensely relieved when THE SLASHER dropped his arm and stop slashing at me. for a second, i thought everything was over when i saw THE SLASHER tenderly putting his arms around his wife. but in one movement, he slashed her throat. both of us could only watch, i in horror and him in glee, as she clutched at her neck, blood spurting from the open wound.

when she stopped struggling, THE SLASHER turned towards me, saying she was starting to become a real pain. then he stopped mid-way and started picking up my friends' clothes which were strewn all over the ground when he was slashing his blade around earlier. he kept repeating that he should honor his wife's last wish to allow me to go free. the one that got away, he said. so when he had picked up all the items, he held out my watch, saying i could go. and then he smiled.

for once he actually looked.. normal. however, my instincts felt that he could not be trusted. i would not trust to be at such near distance to him even if it was to claim my favorite watch. so i told him to keep it as a souvenir and backed away.

i was right, he could not be trusted. he was planning to kill me all along. under the bundle of clothes which he carried, he still held the blade to kill me with once he got me close enough by dangling the bait - my watch.

when i didn't bite, THE SLASHER toss the clothes on his car's bumper and he came after me. he waved his blade around like some crazy person running amok. i tried shouting for help, though no voice came out. there were lots of people around me, left and right, but none came to my aid.