The Grad Night Party Killer

Disarmed

"You can run, but you can't hide." I don't hear footsteps, but I hear the killer's voice from one side of the gym to the other like he is walking around. "Maybe I should just call you, then I'll find you faster. I begin to hear dialing from on the other side of the bleachers.

"Quick, turn your phones off," I instruct. Bryan and Bridget both pull their phone so it whit ease and immediately turn it off. Courtney is struggling though. "Courtney, hurry," I whisper.

"I can't," she says. "My hand can't fit in my pocket." That's the downfall of people who wear skinny jeans. The pockets are too tight that you can't get anything in, and especially since you can't get anything out of the pockets.

The killer finishes dialing and Courtney's phone begins to ring, she pulls it out and denies the call. She then turns the phone off.

"Oh, you're lucky," the killer says. "I heard you, but I didn't hear that long enough to figure out where you are."

"Let's get out of here," Bryan suggests.

"I like that idea," Bridget agrees. We all stand and quietly walk to the end of the bleachers where we walked behind. I am ahead of the others. I first walk out and lean backward as the killer strikes the knife hits the wall and his hand bashes against the brick wall. He strikes at me again and I grab the arm with the knife. I punch him in the mask and knee him in the lower chest and push him down to the ground. I notice that he dropped his knife. I picked it up and ran out with the other three.