"ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ, ʜᴜʜ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴍᴏʟʟʏ?"
"ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴛᴜ!"
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|| 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . . according to the rules of horror movies, Molly Birist isn't going to last long in this real life thriller, or that's...
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september 3rd, 2000
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"Tatum!? C'mon!"
Ten minutes later, most of the party started to leave, due to the curfew that was in effect. Those that were staying for the movie marathon were still huddled in the livingroom.
Stu and Molly were standing on either side of the door as people walked out, waving them goodbyes. As they did it, Molly was furiously waving her and Randy's polaroid back and forth for the final product.
"Happy curfew." Stu said as the last of the leavers walked through the door.
"Nice party, guys. Happy birthday, Molly!" Said a girl, one of Molly's friends, as she followed her boyfriend out.
Molly smiled and waved them goodbye. "Thanks for coming!"
"Tatum! Come on!" Sidney was calling into the house. She'd been calling for the blonde girl for the past five minutes, but she hadn't shown up yet. She turned to the party's two hosts. "Either of you know where she is?"
Molly shook her head and shrugged.
Stu shook his head as well. "No, I haven't seen her." He said. He had his red robe pulled up around his arms like a child would do with his jacket, giving him a rather funny appearance that made Molly smile everytime she looked at him.
Before she could attempt to make fun of him for it, she - and Sidney - jumped as Billy Loomis capered into the doorway with the intent to startle whoever was standing nearby. It was just luck that it was Molly, Sidney and Stu - though he seemed unbothered by it.
Sidney stared at him in shock before composing herself. "Oh, Billy, hey." She said, clearing her throat.
Molly scowled slightly and hit Billy in the chest. "Bill! You fucking asshole! You scared me!"
"Sorry about that."
At the sound of a new voice - the one that Molly had come to hate hearing - everyone turned. Monty Lipton walked into the doorway and stood next to Billy, an unnervingly calm smirk on his face.
