"HELLO...?" connie said as he waited for the person on the other line to speak. Hearing nothing but ragged breathing "Come up with a better prank, don't call this number again asshole." connie said before hanging up. His phone rang again making him groan and answer it, ready to cuss the caller out but was interrupted.
"you know constance... there are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a scary movie." the caller said, alarming connie who stood up from his bed. He then stepped out into the hallway, still being able to hear the water running from andrea's shower.
"nice joke asshole..but joke times over." hanging up connie rolled his eyes, heading back into his bed room before hearing a clattering noise. He took a step which caused the floor to loudly creak. He then seen a silhouette shadow downstairs making him squint, still hearing the shower water run.
"CONNIE? CAN YOU COME START DINNER WHILE I TURN THE SHOWER OFF?!" he heard andrea say from downstairs. Letting out a faint breath he didn't know he began doing a jog down the stairs, seeing nobody but the pans on the floor and the back door open.
"damn baby, is it that hot in here?" he laughed to himself, knowing that he keeps it 75 and above inside. He heard another creak turning around greeting what he thought was andrea only to get stabbed in the neck. Connie's mouth hangs open as he began gasping for air, his eyes blink open in shock while holding the now spurting out wound. Connie's eyes widen, seeing the masked killer in front of him. He coughed up the blood trying to not trip over which was a fail, hiccuping as the bloodly wound bled all over him.
