There's a Reason Horror Movies are Rated R

The Type of Horror Movie With Crappy Scenery

A week. I've been here a week, and I'm already getting evicted. Er, we're getting evicted.

"I can't believe this! I would've thought that loosing one person wasn't going to hurt us so bad that we wouldn't have enough money to pay the rent!" GhostFace was rambling on to every contact in his phone about it ever since we decided on a two bedroom apartment, the only thing we could afford since they didn't have jobs and Ghostface was, and I quote, "Out of the good shit." So, we didn't really have any other option.

"And we had to sell almost everything! Yeah, even the T.V. Luckily I still have my old one though." Ghostface looked down at his nails as if he were some diva. "Girl, you know I could never live without my Kardashians. They're, like, my gods."

Jason was gripping the steering wheel so hard his black hands were turning grey. I put a hand on his arm, and he tensed up at first.

"You need to calm down, we're all upset and that's what's going to help him get over it. I suggest you hold in your anger until we've gotten everything settled down." I said as an attempt to make sure he didn't wreck the car. He nodded in agreement and relaxed in his seat.

"Okay, so about the bedroom thing..." Michael said from the backseat. I hadn't been really thinking about the fact it was a two-bedroom.

"Easy. Cali and I will share a room, Freddy sleeps on the couch, and the queers can share a room." Ghostface said like he'd been waiting for this topic to come up and had memorized every word.

"Yeah, no." I muttered. "I'll take the couch. I'm the woman." I wasn't sharing a room with a pervert, asshole or dead guy. Michael and I didn't really talk much, so that would've been just awkward.

"Okay, well then how about Fuckface and me, and Oh-Queer-Myers with Rob Zombie?" Freddy suggested demandingly.

"Don't call me that ever again, and I really don't care what we do as long as I can sleep in peace at night." Jason angrily passed a car on the highway.

"But I wanna share a room with Michael!" Ghostface complained and wrapped his arms around Myers.

"Hell no!" Michael shoved Ghostface off him. "Not after the weed incident."

"Hey, you're the one agreed to my idea and didn't struggle." Ghostface grinned dirtily and Michael leaned away from him.

"Will you two shut your gay ass mouths? We're trying to make a plan here," Freddy yelled at them. They both sank back into their seats.

"Okay, Pizzatart with Fuckface and Oh-Queer-Michael with Hockey Puck. Now all of you, shut your ugly ass faces," I groaned and leaned against my window. I used my ass-hole instincs to know Freddy was starting to object. "Fine, Krueger. Would you rather sleep in the same room as the man who beat you in a fight, filmed for the whole world might I add, or be in the same room as the rape happening between Fuckface and Myers? Because obviously Ghostface is going to go to Michael, not the other way around."

Freddy grew quiet and I took it as a, 'Ghostface is okay.'

"Right. Okay, when we get there I want you all to be on your best behavior, we aren't the only killers in the apartment," I warned them. As far as I knew, we had a girl named Kayako and a puppet named Jigsaw. I always thought there were way to many Saw movies...

"Yeah, alright, Mom," Freddy taunted from the backseat.

"Krueger, we may be immortal killers, but we can still feel pain. Well, you guys can. I can't, for the most part."

"Wait, so you aren't a horror movie killer, but you're immortal and can't feel pain?" Jason gave me a questioning glanced, then turned his eyes back to the road.