It began as a joke. Just a stupid little giggle. How the hell was I supposed to know it would backfire so badly?
It started with Mel and I meeting the most amazing people on this social media site. You know the type I mean. She had me following some of the folks she’d met, and a few celebs. She kept trying to get me to ask for follows and well, it’s not my style. Everything was going well, I was meeting new folks, most of whom I liked, a few I didn’t, and even a small number that I was getting attached to. I don’t remember who sent us in their direction but all of a sudden we were following a trio that did a slasher flick. Matt was freaking hot, those eyes of his, just wow. Then there was Di, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever met who was actually just as beautiful on the inside. Then their monster, Marcus. Don’t misunderstand, I knew that there was a real man behind the mask, but even on Twitter he stayed in character.
I ordered the movie, one for each of us since Mel’s birthday was coming up and I wanted to get it for her. The Friday before her birthday was girl’s night at my place and we watched the movie. Normally a slasher doesn’t really affect me after it’s over. I watch it, get scared, have fun, put it away and go to bed not thinking of it again. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy them, and I’ll discuss them and such but I don’t get scared, truly scared, ever. Well, almost never. Mel slept here that night and I slept fine.
It wasn’t until the next night after I went to bed that I realized just how many creepy sounds a house makes at night. I turned on my fan and went to sleep. Somewhere around 3am I woke to the sounds of humming. In a slight panic I sat up, turned on my light, and surveyed my room. I couldn’t hear the humming anymore and was fairly certain I must have dreamt it, but I’m paranoid in the wee small hours so I made sure my critters were in my room, closed my door, and locked it. I know, paranoid. I told the group the next day and we all got a little laugh out of it. Even the Marcus guy joined in, he made a couple comments and I giggled along with the rest.
After that, every time we watched the movie the same thing would happen. Not always the humming, sometimes I’d hear his voice. But the next day I’d feel stupid, tell Mel, she’d laugh with me, and I’d get back to normal life. She brought it up on Twitter again one day and the rest of the group teased me a little. Well most of them. I noticed that not one of our Dark Royals (Matt, Di, and Marcus) said a word. I just assumed they weren’t online, or that they didn’t feel the need to comment. I spoke with Di later though. She asked me how many times it had happened, and to please let her know if it happened again. An odd request but sure, anything for my Lady Di.
About a month later I decided to watch The Orphan Killer on the big screen at home. Mel wasn’t over but she and I, and a couple of the other girls were going to watch it while we talked over Skype. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this but it was a first for this movie. So we all got set up, drinks, snacks, iPads/tablets, put the movie in and hit play at the same time. It was a blast; we were talking to each other during the movie and tweeting to the rest of the group at the same time. I wasn’t worried, I’d watched it at Mel’s on Halloween and nothing had happened. Of course the girls teased me about it and I, being ever so dumb, jokingly said that if our Bloody Brother Marcus, wanted to cause me pain, he knew where to find me.
Just as the movie finished Di came onto Twitter. She sent me a private message telling me that she and Matt had discussed it and wanted me to go spend the night at Mel’s. I had to point out to her that there was no way that was going to happen. It had been snowing all day, was still snowing, and wasn’t expected to stop until the following night. She then asked me if I slept with my door open or closed. I explained that because of the cats I normally slept with it open. She insisted that if I was going to stay home that I was to close my door, lock it if I could, and block it with as much furniture as I could move. I will admit that I thought my Lady Di had gone round the twist as my Granny used to say. But I agreed to please her. I of course had no intentions of doing so. Then I got a private message from Matt. “I want a picture of your door locked and blocked”. I told him that my internet reception sucked in my bedroom, which it does, and he sent me a cell phone number. “Send it there.” Now I will admit this freaked me out a little bit. It seemed to me that they were going a little overboard just to continue a joke. But well, I’ve seen those eyes. And I was picturing the look I’d be getting from him.
So after I closed everything up for the evening, I brought my critters into my room, closed my door, locked it, and began to put furniture up against it. The door is in a small alcove into my room so I actually jammed furniture in there. I didn’t have much in my room but I brought some things in beforehand. I had so much in front of the door by the time I went to bed that all I could think of was please don’t let me have to pee.
Did you know that when you let yourself focus on one thought, and only that thought, that sleep will not come? Three hours later I was still sitting in the dark, on my bed, fully dressed, my cell phone on silent in my hand as I strained my ears. Every small sound made me jump. At one point, I was certain I heard something unusual but it was only once. A few minutes later I was nearly certain I heard that damn humming, but it stopped soon after. Eventually morning came, and I called the cell number Matt had given me. He answered and told me it should be safe to leave my room. He asked what I heard, had anything happened. I said not that I was aware of, I thought I’d heard humming, and something else but I wasn’t sure. As I was talking to him I was moving everything. As I shifted the bench away from the door, I noticed something sticking through the wood, something metallic but kind of red. I mentioned it to Matt and as I was opening the door he was yelling at me not to. Oh how I wish I had listened.
When I came to, there were policemen in my house. Mel was here. Matt had called her when I fainted. She called the police and came straight over. I knew there was a reason I’d given her a key. I stood up, against her wishes, and went upstairs. The police must have taken me downstairs when they arrived. My roomie was dead. In his bed, in his sleep, his head chopped off. There was blood all over his room. Then a trail leading to my door, his head pined by a machete. Two words above his head, “You’re Next.”