Day Eight
“Shut up,” Johnny laughed. Jordan threw me a nasty glare. I threw a pillow at him.
“You’ve really got issues with exploiting the irony of the situation that we are currently in, huh?” Ryan said, grabbing the DVD case from me to read the blurb on the back.
“How much do I owe you for all those fifty cent words in that sentence?” I said, taking the DVD case back. I scooted up to the DVD player, and put the disk in.
“Have you seen this?” Stella asked Matt.
“Yeah, who hasn’t?”
“Then why is it so scary?”
“Well, it’s like this. You know that something scary is about to happen. You kinda remember that something happens right after something else happens. But you don’t know what and you don’t know when. So, you just sit there, for most of the movie, and try to anticipate when something’s going to just jump out and scare the shit of you. And, of course, you’re never prepared when it actually does,” he explained. Jordana just laughed as she got up and turned out the lights.
“Thanks,” Jordan said sarcastically. Jordana began to make her way back to the chair that she was sitting in, but looked at what she would have to go through, shrugged her shoulders, and gave up trying to pick her way through the mess. Johnny, Ryan, Jordan, and I were laying on the floor. Each of us had a bean bag and a few pillows were laying around, debris from the pillow fight Jordan and I had started, but never really finished. Stella and Matt took up one entire couch, and their legs were stretched out and intertwined with each other on the floor. Stella found a place to the right of me. She kicked Jordan’s feet out of the way as she sat down.
“Bigfoot,” she said. Jordan, in retaliation, waved his feet around.
“Hush! Movie’s starting!” Ryan said, pointing at the screen.
“So now you’re all excited about being scared?” I said. “Have you even seen this before?”
“Yes and yes. Isn’t that supposedly half the fun of horror films? Now hush!” he said, turning back around to watch the screen. The first few minutes passed without anything really scary happening, so we began to chat about nothing. That was all fine and dandy until the first ‘jump-out-of-your-skin-and-cry-like-you’re-seven” moment occurred.
“Holy shit!” Ryan said, jumping up.
“Jesus Christ!” Matt screamed, shoving Stella to the floor. Jordan just made strange noises and hid behind his pillow. I’ll admit, I jumped a little bit, but nothing that would have shaken the house.
“You guys are such idiots,” Stella said, laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
“Hell, did you see her? She was all infected and she moved! Last time I checked, moving dead bodies are scary!” Jordan said, finally regaining the ability to speak.
“And the door just opened and she was there!” Matt said.
“Ugh!” said Ryan, simply.
“Well spoken,” Jordana stated.
498 words + 12204 words = 12702 words
“You’ve really got issues with exploiting the irony of the situation that we are currently in, huh?” Ryan said, grabbing the DVD case from me to read the blurb on the back.
“How much do I owe you for all those fifty cent words in that sentence?” I said, taking the DVD case back. I scooted up to the DVD player, and put the disk in.
“Have you seen this?” Stella asked Matt.
“Yeah, who hasn’t?”
“Then why is it so scary?”
“Well, it’s like this. You know that something scary is about to happen. You kinda remember that something happens right after something else happens. But you don’t know what and you don’t know when. So, you just sit there, for most of the movie, and try to anticipate when something’s going to just jump out and scare the shit of you. And, of course, you’re never prepared when it actually does,” he explained. Jordana just laughed as she got up and turned out the lights.
“Thanks,” Jordan said sarcastically. Jordana began to make her way back to the chair that she was sitting in, but looked at what she would have to go through, shrugged her shoulders, and gave up trying to pick her way through the mess. Johnny, Ryan, Jordan, and I were laying on the floor. Each of us had a bean bag and a few pillows were laying around, debris from the pillow fight Jordan and I had started, but never really finished. Stella and Matt took up one entire couch, and their legs were stretched out and intertwined with each other on the floor. Stella found a place to the right of me. She kicked Jordan’s feet out of the way as she sat down.
“Bigfoot,” she said. Jordan, in retaliation, waved his feet around.
“Hush! Movie’s starting!” Ryan said, pointing at the screen.
“So now you’re all excited about being scared?” I said. “Have you even seen this before?”
“Yes and yes. Isn’t that supposedly half the fun of horror films? Now hush!” he said, turning back around to watch the screen. The first few minutes passed without anything really scary happening, so we began to chat about nothing. That was all fine and dandy until the first ‘jump-out-of-your-skin-and-cry-like-you’re-seven” moment occurred.
“Holy shit!” Ryan said, jumping up.
“Jesus Christ!” Matt screamed, shoving Stella to the floor. Jordan just made strange noises and hid behind his pillow. I’ll admit, I jumped a little bit, but nothing that would have shaken the house.
“You guys are such idiots,” Stella said, laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
“Hell, did you see her? She was all infected and she moved! Last time I checked, moving dead bodies are scary!” Jordan said, finally regaining the ability to speak.
“And the door just opened and she was there!” Matt said.
“Ugh!” said Ryan, simply.
“Well spoken,” Jordana stated.
498 words + 12204 words = 12702 words