| “Are you?” Melissa asked in return.
“Oh, you’re going down girl.” “Only if you win,” she replied in the sexiest voice she could muster. Dillon giggled like a little schoolboy. “On the count of three. One… Two… Three!” On the mark, the two plunged their heads into the tub, and Jeff came running back in. He pulled his arms out of the costume and ran to their side. Both Dillon and Melissa lifted their heads out of the tub, their faces covered in thick, crimson fluid. “It’s blood!” They shouted simultaneously. The blood ran off their faces, splashing on the plastic lining that was protecting the tan carpet. Jeff acted quickly; he grabbed the back of both their heads and shoved them back into the tub. The two struggled, but their panic made Jeff’s task easier. When the bodies went limp and ceased to struggle, Jeff removed his hands from their heads, and made his way outside. Kevin and Karen exited the house via the front door. Therefore, Jeff went out the back way, but not before grabbing a large knife. It was resting in a wooden block on the counter. Under the veil of darkness, he sneaked up on them and remained hidden behind the shrubs. The two were sitting peacefully on the front porch sharing a cigarette. “Did you hear that?” asked Karen upon hearing the faint cry of a kitten. “Ignore it,” Kevin replied. He was just about to put the moves on her. “No. It could be hurt.” “Come on,” he said, dragging the words. “I’ll be right back,” she replied. She then stood and walked away. “Damn it!” “Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” she said as she walked into the backyard. Her eyes squinted as they tried to peer through the darkness. She heard the faint cry again, followed by the sound of rustling in the nearby shrubs. As she came within reach, Jeff sprung out, grabbing hold of her, and catching her by surprise. He covered her mouth with his left hand, raised the knife’s blade to her throat with his right, and slit it. Blood flowed freely down her bosom, saturating her shirt. When her arms stopped flailing, he released his hold on her. As Karen’s lifeless body plummeted to the ground, a scream echoed from the house. Both Jeff and Kevin ran to its origin. “What’s wrong?” Kevin asked. His breathing erratic from the combination of running and smoking. “Inside the fridge,” Sharon replied. “What? What’s inside the fridge?” “Jason’s… Jason’s father’s… head, his head. Look!” she said as she pulled the door open. Kevin’s eyes widened as he stared into the vacant expression on Mr. Bailey’s face. When the kitchen door opened again, Kevin turned around. “Is this some kind of sick—” Before he could finish his question, Jeff rammed the knife into his stomach, all the way to the hilt. With a forceful shove, Kevin was knocked to the ground; the blade still embedded in his stomach. “Jason?” “Guess again,” Jeff replied, pulling the costume back. “You,” Kevin said. His voice garbled by blood. “What do you want? Where’s Jason?” she asked. “Oh, he’s dead. And so are you!” Sharon screamed and ran away from him; Jeff gave chase, leaving Kevin to bleed to death. She ran up the stairs, but Jeff was upon her. As she reached the top, he grabbed her right ankle, knocking her to the ground. Her face slammed against the hard wood floor, chipping a tooth, and causing her to bite the inside of her cheek. |