Horror
“No don’t!”
The looming figure stalks closer. It twists the long and jagged knife in the air, flashing streetlight towards a woman cowering against the dumpster at the back of the dark alley.
“What do you want?” She screams as the figure pulls back its arm, “What do you waaaa-”
Her words were cut off by the knife sliding through her neck. Hot blood pouring down her front and over the blouse. Her death gurgle bubbled up red over her pink lips. Blue eyes rolled back into her lids, heavy with mascara. And the killer cackled and -
“Jesus Christ, this is horse shit.”
“Be silent.”
Sarah flung her arm towards the television and scoffed, “No, this really is horse shit. What the hell is this? A show about how not to act?”
“It is a murder film that your brother suggested I watch. He said it was "sick". I'm not sure if he meant it would make me sick or that the movie itself was ill."
"But, you like it."
He paused a moment, "I do."
"Why?"
"I just do."
She watched as his eyes lit up when the killer cut open the unsuspecting homeless person who stumbled drunkenly on his crime.
"Who knew The King of the Goblins... Was a horror movie junkie."
When he didn't answer her, too rapt in the film, she snuggled up to his side and he absentmindedly settled his arm over her shoulder as a grin spread across his lips. Another gore-filled death scene.
Looks like Saturday was Slasher Night from now on.