Game Over No Second Chances

A scream rang out from the shoreline, slicing through the night and shattering Serena's thoughts.

She shot to her feet and bolted toward the sound. She wasn't alone-many of the guests, seasoned socialites used to literal and metaphorical storms, were quick to follow.

After all, Hugh had hired dozens of bodyguards, so they had all let their guards down. But now, with panic in the air, curiosity and concern had them moving fast.

As they reached the edge of the coast, a group of young women stumbled toward them, clutching half-empty bottles and clearly drunk out of their minds.

Serena reached them first and caught one woman just before she fell.

"What happened?" she asked.

"There's... There's some creep inside! We didn't want to drink in our rooms since they were being searched, so we took the wine to the beach cabin. But before we even got inside, someone grabbed my foot..."

"I-I was so scared! And there was a woman in there too, just... yelling nonstop," another girl added.

Their words were a chaotic mess, but the message was clear enough.

A few of the nearby men stepped forward, seizing the chance to look brave in front of their dates.

is—man or ghost-I'll

Larson's birthday celebration. Whoever's messing around has a death

glances, the men marched toward

Serena's eyes narrowed.

No way. Was Cole really drunk enough

men, thinking it best to let Hugh deal with Cole before things got out of hand and the Larson family

high-pitched moan burst from the cabin. "Ahhh-Cole, you're

Silence fell.

froze. Adults or not, they knew

for half a second before

loud

open. A bare shoulder appeared at the edge and pressed

bodies, tangled and lost in each other, were clearly visible. Sarah's eyes

had stopped, and people

Don't look!" she screamed, trying to slam the window shut. But there was a line of men

get up. She shoved Cole away, grabbed a blanket,

felt her escape from his