Sequels Suck

Chapter 15

The detectives were a few feet away as you motioned for them to stay back a bit. They exchanged glances but allowed you to be a good 20 feet away. As long as you were within eyesight; it was fine.

'We're in public during broad daylight...I'm pretty sure that's against one of those horror movie rules Randy talks about.' You thought as Randy urged you to follow him. Randy took you beside a building with barely any students nearby as the detectives watched from a bench. Scoping the area in the meantime. 

"Randy, what are you bringing me out here for? Are you okay?" 

He opened his mouth to talk but hesitated when he looked at you. "...By the look on your face, I should be asking you that question. What happened?" 

You faltered and looked away. "I had...Forget it. You won't believe me." 

"YN. After what I just saw; I'll believe you if you say that this college is actually run by undead vampires...Actually, I might believe that anyway. I mean -" He shook his head to stop himself. "Whatever! Just tell me." 

You looked up at him in surprise. "...Are you sure?" 

"YN." He urged as you threw up your hands.

"Okay!...Billy called me yesterday and...I sort of insulted him...A lot. Like...Called him a pussy, a prick and dragged his mom among some other poor choice of words-" 

"Ooooohhh, that was probably not a smart choice. Funny...A little bad ass...But not necessarily smart." He gave with a raise of his brows and a click of his tongue.

 "Yeah, well... I know. I found out today." 

You released a heavy breath. "Randy, they cornered me in the dressing room in the theater and-" You swallowed. Too ashamed to elaborate. He watched you, searching your face for an indication of what happened.  You stumbled over your words as he waited. "-They uh...They still have an obsession with me. They were going to kill me and I barely got away." 

You adjusted your jacket collar. Trying to hide the hickey on your neck. You wanted to take it to the grave on what they almost convinced you to do.

"...Are you okay?" He softly asked. 

You couldn't look him in the eye. "Um, physically yes." You sighed heavily with a frown forming on your lips. "Look, I know you don't believe me-" 

"When?" Randy urgently cut you off as you just blinked at him.

"Uh, about an hour ago?...Why?" 

His face dropped as he combed a hand through his hair. "Fuck my life…" He muttered with a whimper.

You stared at him. "Ray?...What happened to you? You look like you saw a ghost." 

"God, I wish I did." He mumbled before looking up at the sky with a long, shaky breath. He looked back at you. Genuine terror in his eyes. 

"I saw him, YN...I actually saw him." 

"Saw who?" 

"Stu! I saw Stu." He rushed out under his breath.

Your own eyes widened at what he was saying. You were silent as he had a distant look in his eyes and ranted. 

"I know that goofy ass mug anywhere. I grew up with that annoying look on his face. I can say it's a case of mistaken identity with generic ass Billy but Stu?! No fucking way, no how. Even with all that metal in his face and a bad dye job. I know Stu Macher when I see him!...We are so fucking DEAD!!" He shouted and you had to shush him as the detectives looked over as well as a few students from the sidewalk.