A Little Mad

Chapter 1

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It was a rather warm night, considering that it was autumn, and to no one's surprise you and Casey decided to have a movie marathon. It was rather common for you to hang out together considering that you were best friends since freshman year. The year before, in 1992 you had moved to Woodsboro.

Tonight, you decided to watch a few scary movies. Halloween was near and munching on some popcorn while staring at the bloodied corpse of some blonde big-breasted girl was rather comforting to the both of you.

You sat comfortably on the kitchen counter, 4 tapes sprayed out in front of you. You picked up the classics from the video store, thinking that a good movie marathon would need some good old slashers.

"Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th or Carrie? I know you love Halloween, but we watched that a million times already," you muttered as you tilted your head waiting for an answer from your best friend.

"And yet you still picked it out." Casey's voice could be heard from the living room. She was readying the couch for the both of you, grabbing some pillows from her bedroom and placing them neatly onto the soft cushions of her living room couch.

"Because it's a classic and you love it." You rolled your eyes, stacked the movies, jumped down from the counter, and strolled to the living room. You placed the movies on the coffee table. Casey then looked at you and you could almost see a lightbulb going off in her head.

"The popcorn's in the drawer under the fridge. Do your thing Jiffy Pop queen."

She chuckled and you rolled your eyes amusedly. You always had popcorn duty as you mastered making it a long time ago. It wasn't surprising considering the long nights you spent in the video store, huddled up in the back, Randy Meeks right beside you, and My Bloody Valentine, by far your favorite scary movie, playing for the 10th time that week.

Randy wasn't the type to snack during a movie, at least not if it was a scary one, but you most definitely were. The movie geek figured that out pretty quickly so every time when you were in the mood to watch a movie with him, he gave you the key to his locker where he not only had a stock of Jiffy Pop but also Doritos, Butterfingers, Pop-Tarts and Gushers. You often joked that it was like a tiny supermarket in there, but you appreciated his gesture. You thought it was cute.

The ringing of the phone brought you back to reality when a few seconds later Casey's voice could be heard.

"Hello? Yes?"

A short moment of silence

"Who are you trying to reach? Well, what number are you trying to reach?"

You focused on the task at hand, opening the package, heating the stove, and placing the Jiffy Pops on the burning flame.

"I think you have the wrong number. It happens. Take it easy."

A click could be heard, and you knew that Casey had hung up.