Pretty Girls Make Graves

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔

"What did you say?" Casey repeated, sounding more concerned. I pulled a face at her, wanting her to tell me what was going on. She spun around quickly and stared out of the glass door. "What's wrong?" I asked, tugging at the sleeve of her beige sweater. 'I want to know who I'm talking to' "That's not what you said." She said firmly. 'What do you think I said?' Casey went to turn on the outside light, giving me a strange look. I peered outside. I think she thought someone was outside. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better view behind the large bushes and multiple hedges. I couldn't see anything and turned off the light. "I have to go now" 'Wait! I never told your cousin where we'd go on a date!' "Nah I think she can do a lot better" She stated. "Hey, you were the one who wanted me to get one!" I hissed. "Gotta go" she said and slammed the phone down. I watched as she hurried over to the glass door and all the windows, double checking they were all locked properly. I stood, silently watching her as I poked the popcorn on the stove.

The deafening sound of the phone rang through the kitchen. Casey stomped over to the phone and whipped it to her ear. "What do you want?!" She yelled frustratedly down the phone. 'To talk' "Dial someone else then." she spat firmly. The voice chuckled down the line. 'You getting scared?' " More like bored" she says and puts the phone down. I drag her away from the phone and into the living room. "Let's just ignore it" I say sitting her down and shoving a packet of chocolate into her hands. The phone rings again. I run over to it. "Listen you asshole!" I snapped. 'NO, YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP AGAIN, I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?' I fell dead silent. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" I asked becoming really put off by the caller. 'More of a game really, sweetheart' I run over to the front door, making sure it's locked. It's not, i gasp and bolt it shut. "Right, I'm two seconds from phoning the police" He chuckles. 'They'd never make it in time'. Casey runs over to peephole and peers through. No one's there. She turns to me still on the phone and shrugs. "Look you've had your psycho fun now, mate. Can you just piss off and leave us alone!?" I yell becoming more and more frustrated with him. 'Or else what?'

I huffed angrily, thinking of a comeback "Or I'll gut you like a fish.". He laughed harder ' Oooo I'm shaking in my boots'. There was a chime at the door. I paused, watching Casey open the door. And yell "Who's there!" I pull her back in throwing my arms in the air. "Don't go outside you idiot!" I whisper to her. Common sense, honestly, I thought to myself and slammed the phone down once again. "I'm calling the police." Casey says and picks up the phone, dialling the number. Before she finishes, it rings making her jump. She shakily puts it to her ear. 'You should never say who's there. Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish.' I watch as Casey collapsed down onto the floor. "Please just go away!" She cries. 'Nah I'm enjoying talking to you and your cousin'.  "My boyfriend will be here soon. He'll be pretty pissed when I tell him..." She spat down the phone. 'Wow. And?'  "I swear it, he's big and he plays football and he'll beat the shit outta you" Casey hissed, threateningly. "You better leave now." She added. I crossed my fingers, hoping her threat would put the caller off. 

'His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?' The voice spoke with pure evil. Casey yelped, holding her hand to her mouth. My eyes widened and moved closer to hear what the caller was saying. "H- how do you know his name?" She stammered, unable to speak. 'Go to the back door and turn on the porch light'. We both forced ourselves to get up and staggered over to the glass patio doors in the kitchen. She lifts her shaky hand up to the light switch and flicks it up. The patio lights up, revealing a frightened, gagged and tied up Steve. When he sees her, he struggles in his seat, trying to scream to her. I raise my hand over my mouth, disgusted by the unholy site. "Oh god..." Casey wept, lunging for the keys to unlock the doors. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" I pulled Casey away from the door and into a hug. 'I wouldn't do that if I were you' the caller repeated. "Where are you?" She sobs into the phone. 'Guess'. Casey turned around to peer out into the garden but could only see darkness and the shadows of trees and bushes in the distance. He could be anywhere. "Please don't hurt him" She begged breaking down. 'That all depends on you'. I grabbed the phone from her "Why are you doing this, you dick!" I yelled. ' Oh hello sweetheart, wanna play a game?' I bite my teeth together trying not to lose it. "No." I say stubbornly. 'Then he dies. Right now.' I glance out the window "No!" 'Which is it princess?' I look at Casey who is listening in, she nods without hesitation. 'What type of game?" I asked. Casey touched the glass door, wanting to reach Steve. 'Turn off the light' I reach out for the light, whacking Casey's arm away from trying to stop me. The light flicked off, leaving Steve in complete darkness. Casey moved away from the door and crouched down by the sofa, sobbing. 'Here's how we play. I ask a question. You get it right, Steve lives.' "You can't do this to her. It'll break her" I whisper trying to convince him. 'Come on. It will be fun. I know you'll enjoy it' "Please..." I begged, but there was no hope. 'It's an easy category. Movie trivia'. I sigh slightly knowing that i was a massive film geek. 'Because I like talking to you... I'll even give you a warmup question'. "Go on then" I said becoming more confident. 'Name the killer in Halloween'. "Michael. Michael Myers!" I exclaim without hesitation. 'YES!' I bite my lip raking my brains for the answer for the next unknown question. Steve's life lay in my hands and quite possibly my own and Casey's. I look over to Casey who's weeping in the corner with her knees up to her chin. 'Now for the real question. Name the killer in Friday the 13th.' I thought for a moment, my mind was completely blank. I hadn't watched the film in years. "Jason? JASON!" I yell. There was a slight pause and then the caller said 'I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer!' My face fell and i frightenedly looked over at Casey again. She looked away, crying harder. "IT WAS JASON!" I cried helplessly. 'Afraid not, Sweetheart'. "It was Jason I've seen that film 20 god damn times!" 'Then you should know that Mrs Vorhees, Jason's mother was the killer. Jason didn't turn up until the sequel'. 

Shit. Shit. Shit, i thought to myself. "You cunt! You tricked me!" I sneered angrily. 'Luckily there's a bonus round... but for poor Steve...I'm afraid... he's out'. "NO, NO!" I screamed and ran to the door as i saw Casey trying to unlock it and get to her boyfriend. I look out and watched as Steve's eyes widened and a splatter of flesh and blood spurted out of his stomach. Casey screamed and backed away from the door. I stood, my eyes scarred and put my hand over my mouth in shock. 'Final question'. "PLEASE JUST LEAVE US ALONE!" I pleaded. ' Listen to me Mackenzie.' the voice suddenly grew serious. "H-how do you know-" I began to stammer. 'When i arrive, hide in the closet and don't come out. Do you understand me?' I felt at the verge of breaking down, like Casey. "I-" 

There was a massive crash and a chair flew across the kitchen, spraying shattered glass everywhere. Casey yelled frantically and ran out of the kitchen. I bite my lip, trying not to scream and crawled under the piano in the living room. I could hear the crunch of glass as a pair of black shoes walked past. I put my hand to my mouth, making sure I didn't breathe. Tears rolled down my frightened face as the shoes stopped near me. There was a slight bang and the shoes disappeared from beside me. I wanted to get to Casey but had no idea where she was. I slowly stood up, scared that the figure would appear again. 'I told you to hide in the closet'. A voice spoke, coming from my hand. I jumped slightly, realising it was the phone and put it to my ear. "Please... stop..." I wept silently. 'Hide in the closet and maybe i will'. I quietly stumbled towards the closet in the heart of the house. "Don't hurt her... please- she's done nothing! If you want to kill someone, kill me!" I stuttered, glancing around the room looking for both Casey and the killer. 'Don't be silly I'm not going to kill you.' 

As i look closely round i see a hooded figure hiding in the front room, watching Casey hiding outside. I raised my eyebrows at them. The killer was in a vulnerable state and i had a chance to stop them if I hit them right. I gripped the white phone in my sweaty palm and lunged at the figure. As I went to smash the back of their head, they flung round. "AHHHH!" I screamed surprised. The figure was tall, dressed in all black clothes and wore a sharply pointed ghost mask. It was almost like the killer had just nipped out to the shops to grab a cheap Halloween outfit. They shook their head at me as i stood there frozen, unsure if i should run or fight. The ghost faced figure gripped my wrist tightly, dragging me towards the closet they wanted me to stay in. "NOOO! GET OFF ME!" I hissed, trying to bite their arm so they'd release me. The ghostfaced figure whacked my arm harshly and flung me into the closet, locking it. I fell to the floor, hitting my head on a small cabinet of old ornaments and books. Once my head hit the cabinet, it came crashing down over me. I yelped loudly, unable to stop them falling on top of me. I felt a large pulse of pain appear in my head, as i lay in the mess unable to see or hear anything. My vision began to fade away as the world slowly turned dark.