The Ghost Masked Killer

“Fraser, someone is here to see you” A young girl about her sixteen, wearing a black over-size shirt and jean bum-short, opened his door and saw Fraser packing few clothes in his yellow back-pack.

“Someone?”

“Jake”

“Oh” he sighed and sat up from the bed.

“Are you travelling?”

“Travelling? No! no, I was just-just cleaning up some old stuff”

“And packing them in your back-pack?”

“I’m great right?” he forced a smile to his little sister.

“Whatever” she scoffed and left the door. Fraser sighed heavily and followed her. Jake was sitting on one of the fancy wooden chairs in the sitting room, watching a horror movie on the old television.

“Did you sleep well?” Fraser asked from behind, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Jake shakes when he heard Fraser’s voice.

“Y-yeah I slept well” he replied slowly.

“It was really a big thing that happened, I-I couldn’t….really sleep well, I was all up thinking about what…” he paused after he handed one of the beer over to Jake.

“Do you have fever?” he asked