Page 12 of Capturing Ava
“I promise I wouldn’t put you at risk. Okay, forget the girly day. We should get you drunk.” She winks.
“Think I would rather see people than that.”
“It will be fun.” She laughs, “The worst thing that will happen is you might—.” She pulls my hair from my face. “Enjoy Yourself.” She whispers.
“Fine, what will we do until night falls?”
She presses a finger against her lips, “Well, I was thinking we could eat popcorn and watch movies.” My eyes widen. “Yes, I thought you’d agree to that.” She smiles.
The movie marathon was in full swing and I was enjoying myself. I had almost forgotten that there was a creep lurking around my house and invading my space while slept. The idea of a horror movie fest was my idea because what better way to scare yourself than to watch girls getting chased by psychos on the big screen?
“Are you sure you want to watch slasher movies?” Audrey asks.
“I know it might seem silly, given the circumstances, but it’s not real. Isn’t that the fun part of slasher movies, that you know it isn’t real?”
“Why watch one when you’re living one?” She jokes. My face drops. She wasn’t wrong, though. “Hun, I was only joking.”
“I know.” I try to force a smile, but I can’t even do that.
We both sit in silence as we watch a girl running on the big screen. I never got this part of the movie. I would often grimace at the screen. If we the viewers knew you shouldn’t go in the room, why did the on-screen leading lady always walk towards the danger?
“If that was me, I would not be going into that room.” I gasped, while placing my hands across my face. “No, no, no, don’t go in there,” I scream at the stupidity of the girl running towards immediate death.
“Babe, it’s not real.” Audrey laughs.
“It’s still painful to watch.” I grimace and jump when the ominous music looms in the background. “Okay, if she would not die from stupidity, she’s definitely going to die now.”
“How do you figure that?”
“The music told me.” I wink.
“You are crazy.” She shakes her head, “Drink?”
“Sure,” I smile. “No, don’t open that door,” I scream at the screen once more. The screams from the actress on the screen cause my body to jolt. “You don’t even have a weapon. Why don’t you have a weapon?” I once again speak my thoughts out loud as I watch the stupid leading lady walk into the killer’s knife. “Sure, because we all walk towards a deadly weapon.” I roll my eyes.
“What are you yelling at now?” I hear Audrey call from the kitchen.
Standing, I sigh. “Can you believe?—.” I stand there stiff as I watch the shadow of a male cross the large bay window that overlooks the forest. Fear attacks my body and I can’t breathe. The only words that strain my throat squeeze out in a hysterical screech. “He’s here.”
A breathless Audrey crashes back into the room, holding limes in her hand. “Who is here?” She breathlessly gasps.
“He—he—was at the window.” I stutter as my body shakes and collapses to the ground.
The next thing I remember is blue lights flashing through my windows like a beam of hope. My body won’t stop shaking. I can’t even breathe. This day had been a nightmare, and something trapped me—I couldn’t escape.
“We searched the perimeter and we couldn’t find anything.” The handsome police officer states.
“You hear that, babe? There is nobody out there. You are safe.”
“But I saw him.” I cry.
“Could you identify him?” The police officer asks me.
“Identify a shadow?”
“Then I’m afraid we can’t do anything. If anything else happens, contact us.”
“I could be dead by then,” I whisper as tears crawl down my face, but he doesn’t hear me. He’s already closed the door and left before I even utter the dreadful words that have been spinning around my head all day.
