Movie Night: Part 2

“Vick, what’s wrong?”

Vick couldn’t move or speak as he couldn’t believe his eyes. Bailey’s face filled with panic.

“Vick, what is going on?”

The killer threw his machete, landing right in between Vick’s eyes. Bailey screamed; Vick fell to his knees, and blood dripped down the sides of his face. The killer pulled the machete out; Vick fell face first, and blood spilled on the floor. The killer turned and looked at Bailey; she took off running.

Bailey ran as fast as her legs could towards the backyard door. She pulled the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Help!”

She turned around and was face to face with the killer; he shoved his machete into her stomach and yanked it out. She coughed up blood and kneeled over, holding her stomach.

“Help,” she said softly

She slowly walked back to the living room where Vick's body was lying. She eventually ran out of energy as she was bleeding to death and fell to her knees. She tried crawling away, but the killer grabbed her by her ankles. She couldn’t fight anymore and gave in; she decided to deal with the fact that she was going to die. She looked over at Vick one last time, and to her surprise, his body started to fade like magic.

“What the”

The killer gripped his machete with both hands and plunged it deep into Bailey’s chest.

Hours later, Vick’s parents came home and noticed the blood on the floor, and called 911.

The police searched for their bodies but couldn’t find anything. They couldn’t confirm they were dead and decided to mark the incident as two missing teens.

They had no evidence; the police thought it was a mystery. The only thing that seemed normal was the Mayville killer movie that was still in the TV. Bailey’s mom arrived and was hysterical.

“It was the Mayville Killer!” She cried out.

Vick’s parents got irritated and asked the police to remove her from the premises.

“The Mayville killer killed my baby!”

The neighbors ignored her.

One officer asked his rookie partner to return the DVD to the store. The officer explained the situation to the store cashier, and he took it back with no problem. Before he could put the DVD back on the shelf, two teenagers asked to rent it.

“Is that The Mayville Killer? How much is it?”

“It’s 7.95”

He placed it on the counter so they could get a better look.

“We’ll take it.”

“Great, that’ll be 7.95”

The store cashier had an eerie smile as he handed the DVD to the two teens.

“Enjoy!”