You sat, shivering in your seat--the movie playing causing you to shrink each time. The girl was stupid, stupidly stupid as she tripped over her own feet, the killer tilted their head as if questioning her, watching her as she tried to crawl away.
You were a horror fanatic.
A scaredy cat horror fanatic.
Hence, why you flinched back, terrified as you watched the killer hack and mutilate her pulsing body, screams ripping from her lungs and out through her throat as she waved her hands frantically. It was typical, it was transparent and you never understood why whenever they fell they crawled away. Especially when the killer would walk, menacingly slowly at that.
The killer looked down at her disfigured form before burying his hands into her awfully slashed stomach, ripping organ upon organ upon- yea, this is a good stopping place.
The sight made you squeamish, made your toes curl in absolute disgust. Placing the remote down you stood up, cover still wrapped over your head before scurrying into the kitchen, smacking lights on and switching lamps that came across your way. Sniffling, you placed your empty bowl on the counter top, pulling out some old Tim jiffy pop-
ring ring
Oh no, no, no, no the thought made your heart drop all the way to the balls of your feet. You've seen this a thousand times, victim watches a horror movie, gets a scary phone call from an unknown number and is murked on the spot seconds later. You knew you shouldn't've watched that scary movie, knowing exactly how paranoid you'd get--but your love for the occult classics was greater than your deprived fear.
ring ring
Armed with nothing but an old top tin of jiffy pop popcorn, meekly your feet carried you off to the phone. No survival instincts or a backbone to save your life--fight or flight instincs were forigen to you. Freeze and shake were your best buddies, always having your back in the worst possible scenarios. With this in mind it made you feel a bit bad about judging the crawling girl when you'd stay frozen in place in the eye of fear.
Bambi, your nickname due to the classic scene of Bambi, the deer, freezing when hunters came suddebly made sense as you stared at the phone. The rining had long stopped, an 'unknown caller' staring back at you just as blankly.
ping!
A text message.
It's not nice to ignore calls.
Was all it said. You swallowed, popcorn placed on the counter you shakily lifted your phone, typed in the password before responding.
I'm not too keen on answering unknown callers. Please, don't call again, I'm sure you have the wrong number.
Maybe, maybe that was a bit too harsh, maybe a bit too foward--you couldn't say you cared, watching the blue text bubbles appear. Your unknown caller was texting back. You knew it was dumb to wait for a response, weaving through your grand house you locked doors and checked windows, coming to the front door you hulted.
I wouldn't do that if I were you~
God please, please don't be what you think it is- please don't let them be in the house,,,,
It would be pretty pointless locking the doors, seeing as I'm already inside the house.
You gently banged your head against the front door. Maybe if you hadn't of thought of that chances could've been higher of them actually being outside
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