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October 7- Scary Movies
I sat down with a bowl of popcorn and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels, but I couldn’t find anything I wanted to watch. I knew I wanted a horror movie, but there weren’t any good ones on. I dropped the remote and got up to look at my movie collection. I tapped my finger on each DVD cover. “No, no, no, no….”
I groaned. “There is nothing I want to watch right now.” I stopped when my finger hit a case I didn’t remember seeing before. I took it off the shelves and looked at the cover. All it said was, Make Your Own. “Make my own? Make my own what?”
I opened the case and saw a DVD without a picture that would tell me what the movie was about. There were no words, nothing. I shrugged and decided to play it so I could figure out what the movie was. I took out the DVD from its case and slid it into the player. I sat down and hit play. The screen stayed black. I fast forwarded the DVD, rewound the DVD, but there was nothing popping up on the screen. I stopped the DVD, cleaned it, then put it back in, but had the same results.
This time, the words flashed on the screen. Make your own movie. I blinked and thought about it. “Make my own movie?” I’d never thought about making a movie. I only loved to draw and write. “I’d have to have my best friends in it, of course. Dylan, Chris, Martha, and Emily.”
As soon as I said their names, they appeared next to me in my house. They looked around, confused. I looked just as confused. “What are you all doing here?”
“No idea, Christy,” Chris said as he looked down at me. “I heard your voice and then here I am.”
I raised my eyebrows and pointed at the TV. “I just put in a DVD that had no name and it said make my own movie. I couldn’t find anything good on TV or in my DVD collection.”
“You couldn’t find anything to watch? Wow! I think the world is ending,” Emily teased me.
I made a face back at her, then looked at the screen. “What kind of movie do you think I’d make?”
“Horror,” they said in unison.
“Yeah true.” I laughed, and the room started to spin. I closed my eyes and grabbed onto the couch. I heard my friends scream, then silence. I opened my eyes and saw I was no longer in my house. I was in a stranger’s house and alone. Something creaked overhead on the second floor. “Okay, so I’m not alone.”
I slid off the dark blue couch, definitely not my black couch, and made my way to the stairs. The creaking gets closer and someone walked past the top of the stairs. “I need a weapon,” I whispered. I glanced around, but there wasn’t anything I could really use as a weapon. I looked back up the stairs and cursed under my breath. I stepped on the first step and froze when it made a sound.
Upstairs, the creaking stopped, and I held my breath. Suddenly, I heard someone running for the stairs. I balled my hands into fists and charged up the stairs. I wasn’t going to run. I stopped and laughed when I saw Emily appear on the top step. Emily laughed and ran down to me. She grabbed me in a hug. “Oh, man, am I glad to see you, Christy.”
I hugged her back, and we headed downstairs. “So, not sure what happened, but I think we’re making a horror movie together?” We sat down on the couch and looked around. “We have to find the others before we meet my villain.”
“Who is your villain?” Her voice cracked.
I looked at her and shrugged. “Not sure, actually. I haven’t thought about that part yet.” I got up and went to the front door. When I opened it, I saw lit pumpkins next to the door and across the street at my neighbor’s house. My neighbor’s house? I laughed and glanced back at Emily. “It’s fall, close to Halloween or it is Halloween.”
Emily joined me and we walked out of the house, leaving the door opened behind us. I glanced back at it and grabbed the doorknob. “Better not leave that open.”
Emily rubbed her arms since she was in a dress. “I should have changed my clothes.” She glanced at me. “Well, I mean, if I had known, this would happen.”
We walked down the street, but there was no one around. It was as if it was an abandoned neighborhood. Emily moved closer to me as we stopped at the end of the street. There were no cars driving around, no people talking or outside, nothing. We headed back to the house, but stopped when the door across the street opened. Emily hid behind me while I moved into a fighting stance. Three figures rushed out of the house, screaming and glancing behind them. When they got to us, they skidded to a stop.
“There is someone in the house… Christy? Emily?” Martha sighed in relief. “I am so glad we found you all.”
Chris and Dylan walked backwards until they got to us. “Christy, who is in that house?” Dylan asked when we saw someone walk in front of the upstairs window.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I haven’t chosen a killer yet.” I thought about it for a moment, then hung my head. “I have chosen my killer.” I glanced at them. “I need to get you all out of here before she gets here.”
“She? It’s a female murderer?” Chris looked at me in disbelief, then his face fell. He had remembered something I had told him a few years ago about a book I wanted to write about where I was the killer. “She’s you, isn’t she?”
I nodded and watched as the figure disappeared from the window. “She’s coming!” We raced back to the house where Emily and I had woken up in and I shove the door open. The others raced inside and I slammed the door, closing them inside. “Lock the doors and windows. I’m going to find a way to get you all out of here and try to stop her… me.” I shook my head. “Don’t let me… her… in.”
“How will we know it’s you, Christy?”
I thought about it and looked back just as the other me walked out of the house with a knife in my hand. “Blue butterfly in the sky.”
Emily placed a hand on the door. “Golden Butterfly take wing.”
The others looked at her strangely. “It’s something we’d say when we were kids. Just something stupid we said when we played and wanted to make sure it was us and not someone pretending to be us.”
I hit the door and hid in the bushes, making my way to the house next door while I stalked across the street. I was getting confused at the thought of me being here and there. I shook my head and snuck into the backyard. I had to find a way to get them out of the horror movie before I killed them… my evil me killed them. I looked inside, but as I had thought, there was no one inside. I hadn’t thought about other characters, so we were literally alone in this horror movie. I opened the window and climbed inside. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and looked around for the TV. There was no TV in the house.
“How can there not be any TVs in the house?” I shook my head, snuck out through the window and moved onto the next house. I went inside four more houses, but there were no TVs. “It has to be in the house I was in.” I ran back to the house but skid to a stop when I saw my evil side banging on the door. “Why am I just now getting to the door?” I rolled my eyes. “Drawn out terror.” I looked at the knife in my hand and wondered if I should try to kill my killer self. No, I better not. She is me and I bet she would know my every move. I had to find the TV and wish for my friends’ home.
I heard a crash and saw that my evil twin had moved to a window, breaking it with a stone from the yard. I would have done the same thing, I thought as I hid while I watched her climb through the window. I snapped my fingers. “That’s it! I know her moves, too. I can stop her… me by following her moves but by being spontaneous with my own.”
I ran to the back door and knocked. I hoped one of them was in the kitchen and could let me in. I had a plan, but I wasn’t going to go the way I… she had just gone. “I need to get out of here. My brain is hurting watching her… me…” I knocked again and heard someone shuffling towards the door.
“Christy?”
“Blue butterfly in the sky.”
“Golden butterfly, take wing.” The door cracked open, and I stared into the scared eyes of Martha. “She’s inside.”
“I know. I couldn’t find the exit, so it had to be in here. Have you seen a TV anywhere?” I snuck inside and closed the door. We made our way through the kitchen and I peered out into the front entryway where she still stood.
“No, but we did find a door that leads down to the basement.” She pointed to the door. “We are hiding in separate rooms.”
I stared at the door and groaned. The basement. Of course, there was a basement and most likely the TV was down there hiding in the shadows. I peered around the corner and watched myself stalk into the living room. “Is anyone in the living room?”
“No, I volunteered to stay down here to open the door when you got back. Everyone else is hiding upstairs.” Martha clung to my arm as she looked around me to find my doppelgänger. “Where do you need me to go?”
I hated thinking of sending Martha into the basement, but I knew she would be safe down there. I hated basements after a cousin had locked me in one at a family get together when I was only five years old. I knew my other self wouldn’t dare venture down there until last. “Here.” I handed her the knife and pointed at the door. “Get down there and hide. I’ll get the others. While you’re down there, look for the TV, but don’t turn it on. I don’t want her to hear it.”
Martha nodded as she took the knife and disappeared down into the basement. I prayed nothing was down there and I hadn’t just sent her to her death while I snuck around the corner towards the stairs. I peeked into the living room and saw myself looking behind the couch. Yep, I would have checked there, too. Closets! That was where I’d checked upstairs. There and under beds. I quietly raced up the stairs, being careful as to not run up the ones I knew creaked. I got to the top without her hearing me and made my way into the first room. I glanced at the closet but went to the bed first, peering under it.
Chris laid there, wide-eyed, staring at me as if I was going to kill him. I showed him I didn’t have a weapon, even though I should just in case, and whispered, “Blue butterfly in the sky.”
“Golden butterfly take wing,” he said as he crawled out from under the bed. “Where’s Martha?”
“Basement. Last place I’d look,” I said with a shudder.
“Because of you cousin,” he said, remembering the story. “We need to get the others and make our way down there.”
I nodded, and we snuck out of the room just as my other self walked into the dining room downstairs. We found Emily next hiding in the closet, and last we found Dylan in the bathroom’s shower. All places I’d look. We walked to the top of the stairs just as I… or she… stepped on the bottom. She looked up at my friends and grinned, pointing her knife at each one. She hadn’t seen me. I snuck back into the bedroom behind me as she slowly walked up the stairs. I opened the closet and found nothing. “What is something I wouldn’t think to use as a weapon?” I heard her getting closer to my friends just as I mumbled, “Golf clubs.” I hated golf, so why would I use that as a weapon?
I glanced back into the closet and there was a set of golf clubs. I grabbed one and ran out of the room, yelling. My friends moved to the side, and I flew down the stairs, swinging it at myself. My twin’s eyes widened when she saw herself swinging a golf club at her head. She jumped back, forgetting she was on the stairs and her ankle twisted as she caught herself on the edge of the stair. I swung and hit her in the head, sending her reeling backwards down the stairs. Her hand let go of the knife and it vanished somewhere down the stairs.
“Come on!” I yelled and ran down the stairs. I kicked myself away from the stairs, the wood helping her slide easily. She grunted and laid there, dazed. I stood over her and let my friends race past. I kept the club pointing at her as she sat up, glaring at me. I turned and ran into the kitchen and down the basement stairs. I shivered as I looked around the eerie basement, flashbacks pushing me back towards the stairs.
“I found the TV.” Martha came out of hiding and took the others over to the TV while I stepped back up on the bottom stair. “Christy, let’s go.” She flipped it on and we could see my living room on the other side. Martha pressed her hand to the screen and watched it go through the screen. She didn’t wait and pushed her way back into my living room.
I turned when I heard someone breathing hard behind me. At the top of the stairs, knife back in the hand, stood me. She shook her head and backed away, slamming the door. I laughed and felt a hand grab mine. Chris pulled me after him and through the TV. We looked at each other and laughed. We were free from the horror movie I had made.