"The End" by Morgan Burke.

I recently developed a love of horror movies. Watching them through the cracks of your fingers...plugging and unplugging your ears really fast so you don't hear the terror...the suspense the music imprints in your heart...screaming at the stupid idiot who followed the noise. It's like an adrenaline rush. This is my rendition of a horror story from the viewpoint of the victim.

It was a cool crisp friday morning. I was home for fall break. It seemed like a normal friday morning, woodland creatures were out and about, stella (pup dog) followed my every footstep and oreo (lil cat) was taking her morning stroll through the house. I kinda felt like snow white. Minus the seven little men. After making my cup of joe I sat down and began to read the paper. All the fall festivities were stabbing my heart with joy. I turned to the last page of the paper, otherwise known as "The End" and saw something rather peculiar. Someone had posted an article with the title "Free Movie With Me." I stared in wonderment at the fact that this actually made it in the paper. I thought to myself "I am free all day." Against my better judgment, I decided to take a step in the dark and sign myself up for this movie adventure. As soon as I made that decision, a little note appeared on the window over the sink with directions to a location that I had never heard of. Like anybody, I grabbed my gps and hit the road. We met at the "no-longer actively pumping gas" gas station. I will admit it was pretty sketch. My mystery movie date was parked of in the woods. Must not of seen all the empty parking spaces? As soon as I hopped into the 1970's bronco, with red paint splatters on the windows, the doors locked and the wheels began to squeal. I guess we were running late? The figure sitting next to me was wearing a black cloak with a hood completely blocking my view of any hint of face. I tried to make small talk but was only getting these abstruse statements and growling/grunting noises. If I had a penny for every time this person spit out the window I would of had a dollar. Like the crisp new ones you get at the bank. Apparently this was one of those drive-in theaters, because we were now parked in a field by the lake. The man-ish human exited the vehicle and made his way to the edge of the field, it was lined with trees as tall as a NYC skyscraper. He stood there swaying back and forth. His ipod was sitting on the seat next to me so I know he wasn't swaying to My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. All of the sudden a burst of red light shot through the trees and into his chest like a paperclip to a magnet! All I could think to do was honk the horn in hopes that it would scare the red light. Nope. Everything went dark and silent once again. My eyes were still adjusting to my surroundings will I heard what sounded like an electric toothbrush. I quickly jumped out of the car to see what was going on. The electric toothbrush now sounded like a Vespa, and kept getting louder and louder until I realized it was chainsaw!? I froze. Chain Saw Movie Date Man-ish Human also froze. We were both frozen just long enough to gaze into each other eyes, see our hopes, see our dreams. Mine were about to be destroyed, but I am sure his would live on after this night. Once the reality of the chain saw sank in, I decided to scream as loud as I could with the hope some one would hear me. Man-ish human did not like that one bit. The chain saw lifted high above my head ready to slice me into as many bloody bits as possible, when I remembered...I have legs with feet...Holy Smokes I can run! I took of like a cat lady who just saw a  family of stray cats in the alleyway. As I ran through the woods, with the chainsaw ambiance behind me, I wondered what my day would of been like if I hadn't of decided to go on this movie adventure. Before I could finish my thought my right arm went numb, then I felt a sharp pain in my back. I was lying on the ground, red all around me, looking at a mans feet. Behind his feet lay my right arm that should most definitely be attached to my body. That's it. I'm done. My life is over. Ended by a man-ish human and his chainsaw. My sorrow took over as a wept. The man still hasn't moved. He just watched as I drifted away...

The End.

-Morgan Burke