Downstairs (frerard)

Not a serial killer

   After silently freaking out for a while, Frank thinks about his options. He could ignore it and go back to watching tv, risking getting murdered, or he could grab a knife and head downstairs. Or he could go back home. Not like that's an actual option. Frank would rather get murdered in a dirty basement than relive the puke thing. Jesus.

   Well, Frank had watched enough horror movies to know that going into the creepy, dark basement could lead to him being sacrificed to satan, but he's lived enough real, actual life to know that if someone is down there, eventually, they're gonna come up. So, should Frank silently wait  for the murderer to come to him, or should he try to catch them off guard?

   Frank decides to go down. He needs to see if there is anyone in there, because if he doesn't, he's not gonna be able to sleep tonight. He grabs a kitchen knife, putting the remote in the pocket of his hoodie, not having the energy to go put it back. He walks down the steps slowly, his eyes getting used to the darkness in the basement. It's not as cold as he thought it would be. A bit colder than upstairs, but warm enough to be room temperature.

   Frank walks into a dark hallway, where he can make out four doors. He thinks about backing off and going back upstairs, but it's too late now. He opens the first door with a rough yank. The noise it makes is hideous. Frank peeks inside. It's a bathroom. A suprisingly big one. Not that exciting. Letting out a dissapointed sigh, he walks over to the next door. Locked. He knocks, just to make sure, but no one answers. Still, not that exciting. Behind the third door, there is a broom closet, which manages to get a grin out of Frank, because technically, he was right when he assumed that there was a broom closet behind "The door". Technically.

   As Frank makes his way to the fourth door, something happens. The door flies open, almost hitting Frank. After a couple seconds of absolute shock, Frank does what everyone would do in this situation.  He starts screaming. A figure steps out of the fourth room, startled at Frank's screams, and as the murderer starts walking towards Frank, Frank quickly grabs the remote out of his pocket, completely forgetting about the knife in his hand, and he tosses the remote at the psycho and runs to the first door, locking himself in the bathroom, sitting on the floor with his back against the door, trying to calm down. Finally, he stops screaming, and shouts:

    "Don't even think about coming in fucker, i have a knife!"

    Frank hears footsteps as the serial killer walks to the bathroom door. After a minute of silence, the psycho speaks up.

   "Who the fuck are you?"

   Frank is getting annoyed. 

   "Who the fuck am i? Who the fuck are you?!"

   The guy on the other side is getting just as frustrated as Frank is.

   "Who the fuck am i? This is my fucking house!"

   Wait... what?

   "Mikey?" Frank asks hesitantly. Whoever that is didn't look like him, but it was dark, so Frank could be wrong.

   "No. Are you one of his friends?" The person asks, much more calmly this time.

   "...yeah." Frank confesses. 

   "He's spending the weekend at Alicia's. You can still stay, if you want? If he trusted you with the spare key, you're probably not trouble." 

   Oh yeah, about that...

   Frank gets up, ready to open the door. Just as he's about to turn the lock it dawns on him. He still doesn't know who this guy is.

   "Wait. Who are you?" 

   "I'm Gerard. Mikey's brother."