Nightmare On Hollywood Boulevard

Chapter 1

I ran through the woods, my attackers footfall close behind. Pine branches sting my face as their wet needles slap my cheeks. I don't dare turn back, I've seen enough horror movies. The blonde chick always falls and then crawls backward. Really? I let out a blood curdling scream, in the distance lays Drew's lifeless body. The moon light shines down on his mangled and bloody corpse. I scream again.

"CUT!" The director shouts.

"What the hell? That was good!" I protest.

"Yeah, whatever. Your scream is fine, but your face isn't selling it. You just found your dead lover." He pauses looking over. "Chris! Get over here." I don't know why my director was so angry all the time. And why he insisted I call him Director Stan, it's stupid. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for this job opportunity, but I just wish he wasn't such an ass hole.

Chris doesn't get up. I walk over to the clearing in the set. "Chris?" I nudge his limp body with my boot. "What the fuck Chris, get up." Stan walks over toward us and I kneel down. I shake Chris' shoulders. "Chris! This isn't funny!" Stan places 2 fingers on his neck and shakes his head.

"Shit!" I scream and stomp my foot on the fake grass.

"Let's take a break." Stan says.

"Well, aren't you gonna call 911?" I ask, shocked that no one is already fishing their phones out of their pockets.

"No," Stan said, looking me dead in the eyes. "If the cops get involved, this movie will never be released."

"Bull shit! This is crazy."

"Yeah director," my "attacker" chimes in. "Think how much publicity this will get. A horror movie with a REAL murder on set!" His excitement makes my blood boil.

"You guys are all fucking crazy! We can't just have a dead body here! Plus. No one else has been in here except for the staff and actors. Which means one of us did it." This realization hits my stomach like a rock. I glance down at Chris' mangled and limp body. All bets are off. My lunch is coming up.

I stride to the nearest trash can and bury my face, holding my blonde waves back with one hand. I draw my head up from the trash and wipe my mouth on my sleeve. "I need a mint."