Andy walked down into the basement, the popcorn and drinks in his hand, eager to, as Matt put it, "get his slasher on". He walked over to the other guys, set the snacks out on the coffee table in front of the couch, and sat down. Looking around at the familiar, dingy room with dirty white walls, frayed greyish carpet, and old, worn furniture, he was wondering where his friends were.
Sighing, he peeked into the laundry room to see if they were just trying to freak him out. When he flickered on the light, all he could see was a large pool of blood dripping from the bottom of the dryer onto the cold tile floor. He thought to himself about what could have happened. He quickly glanced over to the coffee table to see if the movies were there-they were. He ran over to see if there was anything suspicious over there; he didn't know what had happened to Cooper and Matt, but he didn't like it one bit.
Walking back over to the coffee table, he scanned every inch of the room for anything that could possibly be out of the ordinary and saw nothing-Matt's ash tray was still there, the walls and carpet were clear of blood, and it all looked like nothing was wrong, but Andy knew better. Grabbing the movies off the coffee table, he scanned them for anything out of the ordinary. At first, it appeared that they had just disappeared, but then Andy found bloody fingerprints on the copy of Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Startled by the thought of someone killing his best friends, Andy put the tapes down and walked back into the laundry room. Carefully stepping over the pool of blood, he made his way toward the deep freezer and sure enough, there was a large, bloody steak knife laying on top of it. Keeping an eye and an ear out for this killer, he undid the lock and lifted the lid slowly.
Upon looking inside, he sees a sight he forever wished that he could just erase from his mind forever. Cooper was laying down in the deep freezer, a raw and bloody hole in his chest. Somehow, he was still alive.
Seeing Andy, he gasped for air and managed to say, "Find Matt. They took him to......garage....help him..."
Cooper fell limp and his eyes went blank. He was dead.
Panicking, Andy slammed the deep freeze shut. Brushing back tears, he grabbed the steak knife from on top of the deep freeze and slowly made his way to the garage. He slowly opened the creaking door and flicked on the light switch and what he saw might have been even more scarring than Cooper's corpse in the deep freeze.
Matt was laying there on the on the cold stone floor, surrounded by tools and appliances, with a bread knife in his back, gasping for air. Seeing Andy, he quietly gasped, "Help me...they went into...backyard..."
Matt continued writhing on the floor as Andy made his way to the back door and opened it, steak knife still in hand. He followed a trail of bloody footprints to the shed and slowly opened the door. It seemed like your average garage-it was dark, dingy, and smelly; there were cans of gasoline everywhere; and it contained a lawn mower, a weed whacker, and a bee's nest.
His eyes locked onto a large, hulking figure with a butcher's knife in hand wearing a robe with the hood up. Andy's grip tightened on the steak knife, which was still covered in the blood of his friend, and before he knew it he had it aimed at the killer. Andy stabbed the figure multiple times before being thrown off. After he hit his head on the concrete floor of Matt's shed, all of this disappeared in a swirling fog, and Andy woke up in his bedroom. It had just been a dream.
