"So..." Jake stared at the phone and then looked at Kevin. "You and Lucas must be pulling a joke on me...cause, yeah. We can stop now."
"Or...you and Lucas are pulling a joke on me," Kevin returned the accusation.
They both thought for a second and yelled together, "Lucas!" They went in the backyard to the pool, but there was no Lucas to be found nor any ripples in the pool.
"Lucas! Where the hell are you?" Kevin yelled again. He looked at Jake.
"Where can a naked teenage boy go but inside the house, right?" Jake asked.
After what seemed like hours went by searching and searching. There was still no signs of Lucas. Then the phone rang again.
Kevin picked up the phone, "Lucas! Stop fucking around, man!"
"This isn't Lucas," the sinister voice laughed. "He tastes good. Want some?"
"What are you talking about?" Kevin asked and then put he phone on speaker.
"His testicle was the best part. My favorite. I saved some for you," the voice laughed hysterically.
"Lucas! This is sick!" Jake yelled frustrated.
"Lucas is in the refrigerator, chilling out," then there was a dial tone.
Kevin and Jake looked at each other in the dead silence. Kevin walked to the refrigerator opening it slowly. Jake threw up immediately at the sight. There was Lucas in pieces: head, intestines, and what looked like his private parts, scattered. Blood all inside.