Don't Forget The First Rule.

She went into the kitchen hoping to find the grizzly remains of her friends. Nobody else was in the house. The sound of the tap dripping echoed through the house. Her blood stained trainers were squeaking on the hard kitchen tiles. Casey took a deep breath as she saw that the door to the pantry was ajar. ‘Oh shit’ she whispered.  Building up all of her courage, she reached out to open it further. Would it be James’ mangled corpse falling on her? Or would Zoe’s chewed up face be hanging off the end of the crooked hook? Yes that crooked hook; the one belonging to the disfigured former mechanic. Part of his face was missing and his eye must be hanging out, especially after what Tom did to him before he met his sticky end. The door swings open and there’s nothing there. Casey was relieved but took too much time in thinking that it was all over. She failed to see the silhouetted arm of the killer rising up behind her with the meat cleaver. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, down came the cleaver straight into her neck.

 “That’s so predictable” cried Jenny, “I’m bored”.

The TV is switched off and the two girls look at each other unimpressed. Jenny and Sophie were the best of friends. They’ve finished school and have four weeks until they upgrade into college students. They owned their year at school. Two of the most popular, beautiful, cheerleading and academic students of the town had a huge fascination with horror films. They know their rules for surviving one, they know their urban legends, they know their horror movie trivia but tonight they rented the apparent ‘scariest film of the decade’ and just wasn’t happy with it.

“It started off okay but then sunk when they revealed who the killer was. Why can’t they leave it until the end like the old ones?” said Sophie. “Let’s face it, we’ve seen all the horrors, banned, Italian, found footage, slasher, I just think they’ve run out of ideas.”

Jenny gets up and ejects the disc from the player. Her long blonde hair is flowing down to the base of her back as she walks with the disc to her bag to take it back to the rental shop.

 The window steams up from the outside. There’s somebody looking in unbeknownst to the girls. The street lights go off at eleven and so even if they looked out the window they wouldn’t see anybody. The person looking in on them is dressed in a black raincoat and a black rain hat. He watches Jenny join Sophie on the floor, wearing their shorts and baggy t-shirts.

“I think we should find another rental shop”

“Agreed” nodded Jenny.

The whole room lit up a fantastic white for a second. Their eyes widen in excitement. They begin counting together.

“One, Two, Three, Four –“

The clap of thunder follows.

They love thunder and lightning. Anything that’s horror, they love. Sophie gets up and looks outside. The rain pelts off the window and runs down. More lightning flashes up the street but for longer this time. It was almost too long because in the time that the street had lit up, Sophie saw him. The man in the raincoat was staring directly at her. His face was inches away but kept apart by the glass.

She jumps back.

“Who’s that?” she shrieks.

“Who’s what?” answered Jenny.

Sophie begins pointing at the window.

Jenny goes over the window and can’t see him.

“Oh my God” she says

“What?”

“I think you’ve gone and let this horror films mess with your head”

“You’re kidding” says Sophie “There’s a man in a black raincoat out there and he stared directly into my face. I’m not making this up.”