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A malicious murder has befallen at St. Elizabeth’s. Seven years later someone is out for revenge…

It’s been seven years since Jake Marstone was maliciously murdered at St. Elizabeth’s High School. It’s a night that shattered the lives of three people. It’s a night they will never forget. A killer will make sure of that…

Now as the doors to St. Elizabeth’s close once more, a mystery unfolds….

A seven-year reunion at St. Elizabeth’s is about to unfold. An invitation has been sent to three people. On it, there’s a rose. A blood rose.

A killer is revealed; and a price is paid….

Three people are marked for their deaths. Tonight, as the music plays, pages turn, and the doors of St. Elizabeth’s are sealed once more, a killer will make sure that the sins of the past will be paid for in blood….



It was a night she knew she’d never forget. A night she wished hadn’t happened. No, a night she knew shouldn’t have happened. But it did; and it was all her fault. She sat there, hands trembling as she re-read the letter she had received and she remembered…

It was an average day for St. Elizabeth’s High School. Kids hurried to class, bumping into other kids, scrambling left and right. Teachers yelled down the hallways “Get to class!” at some kids; others were standing there talking, ignoring the teachers completely. Jenny sighed. Yep, it was a normal day all right. Or so she thought. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this very place, these very halls, would one day become a nightmare.

“So, I was thinking, you know, for the party, that we should make it, like, totally awesome, like, the best party ever!” Jenny groaned. If anyone could get on her nerves, it was Lisa. Lisa. The girl who thought she was everyone’s “best friend” when in reality they all hated her. They just didn’t want to be mean and say it to her face. So, they stayed quiet about it. “Jenny, are you listening to me?” Lisa demanded.
“Huh, oh, I’m sorry Lisa, but I have to go. My ride’s here. Hope the party works out.” Jenny faked a smile before leaving. Ugh, how she hated Lisa. Lisa herself wasn’t a bad person; it’s just some of the things she did that were annoying; like getting all up in your face when she’s trying to talk to you, trying to be funny when she’s really not, and things like that. Jenny tried to be nice about it, but it was hard. She was a Christian, and she knew God would want her to do the right thing, even if she didn’t like it very much. Jenny sighed as she got into the front seat, next to Jake, and slammed the door.
“Lisa?” Jake asked. Jenny nodded. Jake laughed as he started up the car’s engine.

Jenny sighed as she slammed her books closed. Done, finally. She glanced at the clock. Two hours had passed. She checked her e-mail and found a message from Hailey, her best friend. Call me. The message read. Jenny finished checking her e-mail and decided to call Hailey. She got the answering machine, left a message, and hung up. Jenny sighed. What to do now? The phone rang. She checked the Caller I.D. It was Emily. She picked the phone up.
“Hey, Em.” she said.
“Hey, Jen. Don’t forget about the party tonight.” Jenny looked at the clock. It was seven-thirty.
“Yeah, I’m not.”
“Are you going? I am.”
“I don’t know. I might stay home.”
“Oh, come on Jen!” Emily whined. “It’ll be fun. Yeah, I know it’s at St. Elizabeth’s but it’ll still be fun. There’s gonna be a lot of people there. You have to go. Please.” Jenny sighed.
“Ok, I’ll go.”
“Yay!” Emily exclaimed. “Meet me at my house in thirty minutes, ok?” The line went dead. Jenny hung up the phone. Well, she might as well go considering she had nothing better to do at the moment. She got up and went to get changed.

Valentines Day Dance
February 1992
St. Elizabeth’s High School

Loud music filed the air. It looked like the whole school had arrived. There were bright lights everywhere Jenny turned. She saw Jake Marstone, the guy who every girl had a crush on. Then she saw Emily, Brie, Brie’s boyfriend, Wyatt, and Angela, talking. She ran up to the group. “Hey, guys.” She said with a smile. Brie turned around to look at her. “Oh. My. Gosh. Jen you look great.” Jenny smiled. “Thanks.”
“Oh, there’s Paige.” Angela said and gestured. Jenny turned around to look at Paige, who, of course, was at Jake’s side. Jenny glared at Paige. “Don’t worry Jen. Jake still likes you the most.” Emily said.
“Then why’s he hooking up with all these other girls?” Jenny asked as she eyed Paige.
“Because he wants to make you jealous, duh.” Brie said. Jenny rolled her eyes.
“Come on, let’s just enjoy the party, ok?” Emily asked. Jenny and the others agreed as they hit the dance floor.

He excused himself and decided to take a “quick break” from the partying and took a walk around the school. He looked at his watch. It was eight-thirty. When is she gonna get here? He thought as he walked to the spot they were supposed to meet. She said right here, and I’m here but she’s not. He decided to wait a little while and sat down. Finally a black limo pulled up to where he was sitting. He grinned at the figure that stepped out. Or started too. As the limo drove away, Jake Marstone’s face went from a grin to pure horror as he saw the figure.

Where is he? Jenny thought as she scanned the crowd. “Have any of yall seen Jake?” Jenny asked as she continued to search in vain for Jake. Brie and Wyatt shook their heads. “No.” Angela said. Emily shook her head and walked of to help search for Jake. Jenny sighed. She looked at the watch; He’d better get here soon.

Hailey Miranda watched the minutes tick by. Where is Jake? She thought as someone bumped into her, running, clutching her stomach. A few seconds later, the sound of a door slamming could be heard. Ugh. This is why I hate crowds and parties like this. Hailey thought as she stepped outside for some fresh air. She decided to take a walk, not wanting to freeze to death by the cold ice that pricked her skin. I knew I should have brought a sweater. Hailey thought as she kept walking. St. Elizabeth’s was an old place. Rumors said that the school was as old as St. Elizabeth herself. Hailey had never been one to be superstitious, but out here, the rumors came flooding back to her mind. She shivered and put her hands around her arms to try to warm them up. Crack. Hailey gasped as she turned to her right, where she had heard the sound. Rustle. “Hello?” she called, hoping that this was some kind of joke. Rustle. Crack. “Lord, please help me get away from here and out alive and safe.” Hailey prayed as she turned to run. But she was stopped short by a figure. A figure Hailey knew well. In the moonlight was Jake Marstone, his body pinned to a trunk of a gnarled oak tree in front of what Hailey realized was a cemetery. Hailey couldn’t breathe. His face was as white as the snow that fell, his eyes wide with terror. A crimson stain covered the disheveled shirt of his tux, a thick arrow in its center. His head was bent at an impossible angle, crimson tears flowing from his body to make seemingly endless puddles on the ground. Hailey took a step back. “Oh my…no…. no…t-this…c-can’t be happening…no…no…” This was a dream. She was going to wake up, she had too….
Jenny Owens, her hands covered in blood, her white dress splattered and stained, was crumpled at her feet; her hair had fallen down, curls curing at her shoulders. She lifted her head, eyes filled with tears.
“Why?” she whispered. She looked at Hailey, at Jake, then back at Hailey.
“Why, Hailey?” Jenny demanded, face breaking out into a mask of rage and pain.
“Why did you kill him?”