Casey sat in her marvelous two story house, watching some basic horror movie.
Her boyfriend, Steve, was supposed to be arriving soon so that they could "hang out," but I think we all know what that means.
She was watching the cheesy horror film when her house phone went off. She let out a sigh, getting off the couch, and picking up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Yes?" She asked into the phone. The man's voice being unrecognizable.
"Who is this?" He asked.
"Well, who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?"
"What number are you trying to reach?" She lightly laughed at the man's question.
"I don't know." He said bluntly.
"Well I think you have the wrong number." She said trying not to make the man not feel bad.
"Do I?" He questioned.
"It happens." She shrugged. "Take it easy." And with that, she hung up the phone.
She started to walk away, a sudden desire for popcorn, but the phone went off again. She walked back over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello." She answered, getting slightly aggravated.
"I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number." It was the same man.
She scoffed, "So why'd you dial it again?"
"To apologize." He said calmly.
"You're forgiven. Bye now." She was about to hang the phone up for the second time.
"Wait, wait! Don't hang up."
"Why?"
"I want to talk to you for a second." He said.
"They've got 1800-numbers for that. See ya." She said fully hanging up the phone now. She scoffed and walked to her kitchen.
She took some Jiffy Pop out of the pantry and turned the stove on. When she had placed the Jiffy Pop on the stove she ripped the top off and groaned when she heard the phone go off for the third time that night.
"Hello?"
"Why don't you wanna talk to me?" The, now, creepy dude asked.
"Who is this?" She questioned.
"You tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine." She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I don't think so." She said as she shook the Jiffy Pop.
"What's that noise?"
"Popcorn."
"You're making popcorn?"
"Of course." Casey answered.
"I only eat popcorn at the movies." The man stated.
"Well I'm getting ready to watch a video." She boasted.
"Really?" He asked, "What movie?"
"Oh, just some scary movie."
"You like scary movies?" He asked her.
"Uh-huh."
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
"Oh I don't know." She laughed.
"You have to have a favorite!" He told her. "What comes to mind?"
She pondered, "Halloween?" She said as she pulled out one of the knives out of it's block. "You know, the one with the white mask, who walks around and stalks baby-sitters?"
