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on the screen and more concerned with the phone call that she received.
    The person knew her name and had intentionally dialed her number. The thought of the stranger’s voice caused her to cringe. It seemed familiar, but she couldn’t link it to anyone that she had met.
    She thought about the creepy old guy and knew it couldn’t have been him. The voice was vibrant and young and the voice wouldn’t match the old man’s body at all.
    Marisela watched as her friend cowered and shook during the movie. She wondered how she would react in a real life situation with a predator chasing her down, looking to end her life, just for the sake of killing. In a way, she wondered how anyone would be able to handle knowing that a killer with a weapon was about to take them out for good.
    Frances’s scream shook her back to reality. Marisela’s eye darted towards her friend who was howling now with laughter.
    “Oh fuck.” Her friend laughed. “I didn’t see that one coming.”
    “It was pretty intense.” Marisela lied.
    Shaking her head, Marisela realized that she was getting too worked up over nothing. It wasn’t like people were being knocked off left and right now.
    The killer had only taken out Aaron and Kayla. It could have been an isolated incident and the call to her was maybe to steer the police off the trail. Really, whomever Kayla had dialed last probably would have ended up with a phone call and there wouldn’t have been any further concerns.
    Feeling satisfied with that weak explanation, Marisela turned her attention to the screen again. Some bleached blonde woman was having her heat sawed off clean with a chainsaw.
    “I don’t think a person could do that in real life.” Marisela said. “I mean, with all of the fighting going on, it would be far too messy.”
    “We don’t watch movies for facts. We watch them for entertainment.” Frances replied while eyeing Marisela.
    Feeling self-conscious, Marisela left the room and went into the kitchen. Clutter covered the white countertops and there was a stack of dishes in the sink. Frances wasn’t well known for her housekeeping skills, but Marisela wasn’t going to be the one to mention it to her.
    Instead, she opened the fridge and grabbed an ice cold cola instead. A little caffeine and sugar would give her a much needed perk right now. She needed something to get her mind off the people that were dying around her.
    Walking back into the room, there was some guy being whacked with a hatchet and Frances was laughing in her chair.
    “This movie has an excessive number of death scenes in it.” Frances laughed. “I mean wouldn’t two or three deaths be enough?”
    “They wouldn’t be slasher films if they didn’t have an excessive number of kills. Remember that movie Body Pile ?”
    “Oh! The one that got banned from theaters and received an X for violence?” Frances nodded her head. “Did you see it?”
    Marisela nodded her head. “I did. 30 characters died in an hour and 20 minutes. It was pure torture porn too. The person who came up with that movie was sick in the head.”
    “But was it a good movie?” Frances demanded. “I mean was it worth watching?”
    “It was okay.” Marisela replied. “If you’ve seen one slasher flick, you have pretty much seen them all. Like every other genre the works become oversaturated with cookie cutter results.”
    “Hey, if I was in a horror movie, when do you think I would die?” Frances asked. “Would I be the opening kill or some random victim in the movie?”
    “I’d be the sole survivor and you’d be the victim near the end. The one where my heart breaks as the killer takes you out in front of me.” Marisela smiled. “I’d probably then cry for all of five minutes before taking out the killer with a knife in the neck.”
    “Yeah you would.” Frances laughed. “You’d kick some serious ass.”
    “Only in a world of fiction.” Marisela smiled. “Here in the real world, I am pretty bland and