Chapter Two

In his room, Steven continued watching ‘Don’t Open the Door’ and finished it.

“Well that was rubbish,” he said and sat up. At the end it turned out that the kid was the murderer. How cheesy!

 

Dave slid open the patio doors and stepped outside onto the patio. The rain had stopped. He lit a cigarette and puffed away at it. He was alone. The music was blazingly loud and he had to get away for at least a minute. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. It seemed like he was poisoned, not just intoxicated.

“That little piece of...” he stopped. He heard a rustling in the bushes and dropped his cigarette in shock.

“Come on!” He bent down quickly to pick it up. It had been stubbed out.

“Aww man!” He sighed and threw it away. He took out another one and lit it. He heard the rustling again. The garden was huge. The only lights that were on were the pool lights and the patio lights. He squinted his eyes at the shed. He knew what could be hiding in there. Alcohol. He could bring more alcohol to the party and they would all thank him. Dave the legend. Finally...something useful they would like him for.  He walked over to the shed smiling. He dropped his cigarette uncaringly and ran to the shed where he opened the door and stepped inside. It was dark but he saw a light switch sticking out of the thin wooden wall. He flicked it and reviewed the contents of the huge room-sized establishment. It was filled with expensive gardening tools laid in neat rows. Electronic lawnmowers to electric hand saws and there were loads of them.

One of them was missing but he just thought it was the space which separated the different uses for them. But then again, Dave was a complete idiot.

“Whoa, how rich is this little guy?” Dave said out loud.

He kept walking down the shed and never saw any alcohol.

“Me and my stupid ideas, aye?” Dave sighed and turned around to leave when he bumped into a tall, strong, muscular person who grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high into the air. The missing gardening tool, an electric hand saw was in his hands. Suddenly, it was whirring. The hand saw blade seemed still because it was turning so fast. Dave was thrashing rapidly, trying to release the grip of the attacker. The attacker lifted his hand and entered Dave’s mouth. In a few seconds, excruciating pain began inside his mouth. Blood began to pour quickly from Dave’s mouth and he witnessed a part of his own body in the killer’s free hand. His very own tongue. Dave attempted to scream only to be thrown across the shed and he crashed into a workbench at the far end. He slumped to the ground and tried to get away but was trapped as the killer came forward.

“Dave.”

The attacker spoke.

“Dave. We’re going to play a little game,” he continued.

Dave spat.

“Calm down!” The pursuer slammed a fist into Dave’s face which made his shut up.

“If you answer this question correctly. I won’t kill you. But you will die of blood loss when I am finished unless you manage to contact someone in the house over there,” he told the injured man what he was to do.

“Now you’re question is...Who played the babysitter in the 1970s classic horror film ‘When a Stranger Calls?”

Then he stopped.

Dave spat in reply.

“Oh wait...I forgot. You can’t speak. I guess that means that you cannot answer...which means you can’t live. Poor man,” the killer began to cackle and descend the tool to Dave who tried to scream. Dave suddenly bean to jitter as the tool began to mutilate his head and blood began to spray from the wounds. The blood drenched the killer and Dave was dead.

 

Steven thought he heard something but shook the thought off. It was probably one of the party-goers downstairs. The joke was officially on Katherine, as Steven had a landline in his room which was a cordless underneath his bed which was plugged into a separate line. They could afford it so it didn’t matter. Katherine knew about his phone but she must have thought that all the phones were connected to the main line. But no. She was wrong. His cordless phone rung underneath the bed and he sprung to get it. He thought it was his mum.

“Hello?” He answered the phone with a grin on his face.

“Hello.”

“Who is this? Mum?” Steven’s grin was fading.

“Oh, no, Steven,” the voice on the other end of the phone replied.

“Who is this? I’ll call the police!” Steven warned.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent.

“Oh no you won’t, Steven,” the man on the other end of the phone said.

“How do you know my name?” Steven was beginning to get worried.

“Well, I just bumped into Dave in the shed outside. Oh, you have so much wonderful devices in there.”

Steven hung up the phone and flung it under the bed. He ran over to the window and threw open the curtains. He stared down at the shed, his heart beating hard. He saw the pool lights, the patio lights and the shed light was on. He left it off the last time which was a few hours before his mum left. Was Dave really in there? Was there someone in there with him? Then it hit him. Obviously this was another of Katherine’s pranks. She could have been using a mobile phone blocker. God, all this just to prank him, he thought. He laughed and shut the curtains, missing the killer burst out of the shed and lurk somewhere else.  Then the phone rang again. This time Steven grabbed the phone and pressed the accept button.

“Katherine I know this is�"” Steven was interrupted.

“Well, Steven if this is Katherine then who is in the toilet right now?”

Steven hung up the phone and left the room, running down the corridor to one of the bathrooms. He rapped on the door.

“Katherine! Open up, now!”

Suddenly, the door opened and Katherine came out, drying her hands with a tea towel.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” She asked him.

“Give me your phone, now!” Steven reached into her pocket and grabbed her mobile.

“Hey!” She cried aloud. “My phone doesn't work either.”

She was right. She couldn't have been using a mobile phone blocker because her mobile had no signal either. Usually you can set specific phones to block.

“I’m sorry, Katherine. Goodbye!” He gave her phone back and took off down the corridor to his room. He came back again and asked her.

“Oh and by the way. Where’s your boyfriend, Dave?”

Katherine looked puzzled.

“I-I don’t know. Have you seen him?”

“No. No I haven’t.”

Then he went back to his room where he sat on his bed and wondered what was going on.