🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Scary Movie-8

I stood in the living room for a couple minutes before taking out my pocket knife. I snuck up behind Randy who was standing at the stove tending to the popcorn. I quickly wrapped one arm around him and put the knife close to his throat. His eyes went wide and his hands clenched my arms tightly. I giggled. "Relax bud, I'm not gonna kill ya. I only wanted some popcorn." I let go of him and took the jiffy pop off the stove. I cut the foil open using my knife then grabbed a piece of popcorn.

I turned around and noticed Randy was gone. Damnit...where in the hell did the fucker go? I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. I saw Randy standing there with a petrified look on his face. The phone started ringing again. I creeped up behind him and put my hand tightly around his mouth. "You better not say a fucking word or I swear to god I will kill you right now." I whispered to him. He shook his head vigorously. I grinned. "Good boy."

"Stay there. Or else." I pointed at the couch. He scrambled there and sat down. Sweat was beading down his face. "Darling, if you keep sweating like that I wont be able to get a good grip on you while I slice your fucking neck open." I glared at Randy. He cowered beneath me. I then quickly ran over to the phone while twirling my knife in my hand. "Yes, Hello?" "Hello Y/n." I grinned. "So it's you again? Do you see me now? Do you see what the hell I'm going to do to this poor kid?" I seethed into the phone. The man laughed. "Turn around."

I grinned wildly. Oh, so he wants to kill me? We'll see about that. I turned around slowly seeing a tall person wearing a black robe with a ghost mask. He make had an elongated mouth and the eyes were droopy. It's like it was in a permanent state of pure fear. I threw the phone down to the floor. I looked up at the masked man then back at Randy. "Don't move a fucking muscle while I kill this guy or else I'll make sure your death is slow and painful." Randy breathed hard while nodding his head slowly at me.

I ran at the masked man full force while holding out my knife. Just as I was about to stab him I sat up quickly. What the fuck? Was...was that all a god damn dream? I looked around and noticed Randy was sitting beside me staring at the tv. "Randy?" I mumbled toward him. "Oh hey! You kinda fell asleep halfway through the movie." He sheepishly looked at me. "Oh...okay." My mind races reliving all the moments in my dream. Why did it seem so...real?

"Hey." Randy snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Ya good?" He asked me. I nodded. Okay I still have to kill Randy. I've gotten this far so why the fuck not? I stood up and walked toward the kitchen. "I'm gonna go grab some food real quick. I'll be right back." Randy yelled toward me. "Have you seen a single horror movie like ever?! That's a death wish! I'll meet you in the kitchen with a knife!" He said the last but playfully. I smirked to myself. Yeah we'll fucking see about that.

I paced around in the kitchen slowly. I walked over to the display of knives and picked the largest one. I held it up to my face and looked at myself through the shinny metal. I quietly walked back into the living room. I walked behind the couch slowly and cautiously not to alert Randy of my presence...yet. I got behind him and wrapped my left arm around him gently. He tensed up. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"You seem tense. Are you okay, darling?" I asked him leaning down even closer to his face. "Y-yeah..I'm just fine." I smiled softly. "Mm..sure you are." I stood back up slowly while still having my left arm around him. "Randy?" I asked him. "Yes, Y/n?"
I leaned back down close to his ear and whispered to him. "Do you want to play with me?" His breath hitched. I brung my hand lower and lower down. "Yes..please." Randy whispered to me lowly. I smiled and took my arm back. "Great."

"You have three fucking seconds to run until we start playing." He turned around and looked at me. "What do you mean?" "One...times ticking Randy...two..." He quickly scrambled up to his feet and ran upstairs. Idiot. He talks so much shit but in the moment of death he runs upstairs just like any other bitch. "Three..." I grinned and ran up the stairs after him. I assumed he ran into his bedroom because that's what everyone guy I've...dated did. They're all the same. I turned the door knob but nothing happened. I turned it a few more times with more force than before but nothing happened.

I started to kick the door with pure anger. "RANDY OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR. I WON'T HURT YOU AS BAD IF YOU JUST OPEN IT RIGHT NOW." I screamed toward him. I kicked the door one more time then it finally opened. A dresser fell on the floor. I looked around at his bedroom for any signs of life. I looked under his bed. Nothing. I looked toward his window. Not open. He's still in here. I walked over to his closet gripping the knife harder. I swung it open and saw a cowering Randy with wet and dry tears streaked down his face holding a not so intimidating stuffed bunny. I smirked at him.

"Found you."