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Here goes: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My friends and I were at the movie theater. We weren't actually inside the building-nobody wanted to take the risk. We just stood outside, looking at it. From our proximity we could barely make out the large sign at the front; Rolla Forum Theater, written in some sort of blocky-curvy font in plastic letters. They were attached to an unassuming, box-like building made of brick aged enough to not be considered new, but not aged enough to be considered old. On top of this box of bricks was a completely flat roof made of...well...we had never seen the theater from the top, but it was most certainly something like metal or concrete. If you squinted, you could see the air conditioning unit on top of the roof. If you squinted harder, you could see the movie posters beside the plastic windowpanes of the theater. However, if you actually wanted to see what the posters were advertising, you would have to get closer. The theater was open, but you wouldn't have been able to tell. There were no cars in the parking lot, and no lights were on in the building. Geoffrey took a step closer, then quickly stepped back. He tentatively took another step forward, then another back, then realized it was pointless to keep trying. Connor seemed to be rooted in indecision, looking at the ground ahead of him and almost going forward, then looking at the theater and deciding against it. Ethan didn't even look at it; rather, he just stared at the ground or the sky and twiddled his hair. Matt, who had not been paying attention to any of this, of this turned to me. "Well?" he asked. "I can't say this is the most ridiculous thing you asked me to do," I said, "compared to all the other the other things. I don't see how this in any way can hold a candle up to them." "Pardon?" Matt was legitimately confused. "I mean, well, compared to all the other stuff, this just seems...tame." Matt was becoming more confused. "Like, remember that time you wanted me to set that abandoned house on fire? Or lick that road killed squirrel? All of your dares, your attempts to put me through anything just for the amusement, were, well...awful things. I don't see how going into that theater and watching a movie is so awful." Ethan, Connor, and Geoffrey turned to look at me like I was a madman. Matt did too, but slowly he started to smile. "I really don't understand you, Kal. But I'm not stopping you or anything. Go on ahead." "Fine," I said. "I will then." I started off towards the theater. Matt was the kind of person who you shouldn't be friends with but are anyway. I wouldn't go as far as to call him a sadist, but he loved to do nasty things to people. He would play pranks-I remember on time I opened the door to my house and a bucket of spiders fell on my head-but he really loved it when people voluntarily did stupid things. He was always daring people to do this, to do that, and always people said no. It was always awful things as well, like eating a bunch of cockroaches alive or pedaling full-speed down a bumpy hill. Nobody took him seriously, of course, and he had a completely dark, weird, and amazing sense of humor, so we didn't run him out of town. It confused me more that something so mundane was Matt's dare. Perhaps he wanted to see someone just say yes for a change? I certainly never said yes. But what was the benefit in that? Was he going to say, "Oh, I dared Kalawishis to see a movie and he did"? He did have a strange sense of humor, though... I was about halfway there when I heard running. Geoffrey was coming after me. "Wait!" he yelled. "Don't do this!" I stopped and he caught up to me rather quickly. He was breathless, but was still speaking. "Kal," he said, "don't do what Matt says...this...this is a huge mistake..." he looked up at me. "Geoffrey," I said, "I really don't see what's so bad about a movie, and there is no changing my mind. Don't even bother-" "You know Matt...I know Matt..." he cut me off, "there's more to it than just this...you have to believe us...you don't know what you getting into...if only you were there...you can't go..." I didn't even listen to him anymore. He followed me all the way to the entrance of the theater, then let out a small whimper and ran away. I entered the theater, and the lights turned on instantly. I saw a small, frightened man near a light switch. "Jesus, kid, you scared me." The small man slowly walked towards me. "What are you doing here?" "I want to see a movie." I said. "Please give me a ticket for...um..." I pointed to one of the movies on the sign showing showing times. It was this comedy I remember seeing a lot of commercials for on TV and the internet. "that, and a small bag of popcorn with butter and a small root beer, please." The man was dumbfounded. His mouth opened and closed as if he were a ventriloquist's dummy. He didn't speak as he went behind the counter to give me a ticket. As I waited, I noticed something odd about my surroundings. The room I was in was a marriage of plastic, metal, and yellow carpeting. Nothing was filthy, but the whole place looked rather dark and mudded. There were three desks, one of which the man was behind-he seemed to be getting out some keys and opening some sort of cabinet; another, which was in front of various machines for cooking foods or making drinks (apparently staffed by no one), and a third, which appeared to be a shop, as it was covered in various types of merchandise: cups, shirts, etc. It was rather dusty, and staffed by no one either. In fact, the man was the only one there, I think. He tore my ticket himself, then headed over to the popcorn and soda machines. He had to power them on, which took a few minutes, then it took another few minutes to cook enough popcorn, then we had to wait for another few minutes for the drink machine to get cold enough, then he gave me my drink and I was on my way to the theater. I decided to use the bathroom, just in case, and after turning the lights on myself, I stopped. The bathroom was such that you had to go through two corridors to reach it, so people couldn't see people inside doing their business. I suddenly realized that whatever was inside the bathroom was not something I wanted to see. Matt was not a good friend but he was fiendishly clever. It was beginning to make sense now. This was one of his pranks. I would go into the theater, thinking my friends were just bonkers, then something will scare the crap out of me. The only place it could be was in the bathroom. Anywhere else would be sighted by the attendant, who probably had an employee bathroom, and since the place was deserted, nobody else would notice. It was the perfect prank, and I almost fell for it. Clever, clever Matt, I thought, as I walked out. However, I really needed to go. "Pardon me," I called to the attendant. "there's something rather nasty on the bathroom floor, could you look at it?" The attendant looked at me like I had two heads but went into the bathroom anyway. I was expecting him to scream or something, but he came completely un-scarred. "I don't see anything on the floor," he said, staring at me. "I suppose it was just my imagination," I replied. By now I was getting used to his dumbfounded look. After just gazing at me in disbelief for about half a minute he staggered away, muttering something about "crazy youngsters". While I hid it better, I was just as dumbfounded as him. There was no prank? It would have been so perfect, so Matt, to do this. Maybe my friends are right, I thought, maybe there is something horrible about this theater. Maybe I should be running away, as far away from this place as possible. I shook off the feeling as I did my business then walked down the hallway to my theater. Or, I thought, maybe the scary thing is in the theater itself. Maybe Matt thought I would have been too smart to go into the bathroom. Whatever he may have had planned in the theater certainly would be harder to hide before I came in, but not impossible. Maybe the attendant is in on it. Maybe when I'm in the middle of the movie, he'll dress as some hideous thing and scare me. Maybe all of my friends were waiting in there, just waiting for me to come in. Maybe he hid something nasty and dead in there. Ridiculous thoughts, but they didn't seem like it in the dark of the hallway. I steeled myself and went into the theater. The lights were very dim, and the movie trailers were just starting. There were a lot of movie trailers. Like, maybe 15. I swear, they took up at least half an hour. There were also a bunch of commercials, things that had nothing to do with movies. There was one for a car, some for insurance companies, and a lot of ones for pills, ointments, and liquids. When the movie started, I had a list of at least 68 side effects, the specifics of a Nissan SUV, the rates of Progressive, and a whole load of miscellaneous things in my head. As for the movie that followed...well...I don't even remember much about it. It was a comedy, I think, and it starred some actor at the tip of my tongue. The commercials had more staying power than the movie. In fact, they had more staying power than a lot of the movies I had seen, even the ones I really hated. The only thing I remember about the movie was a part where a man and a woman are talking in a small building. I heard the door open at this point, and tensed. This was it. The part of the movie where my friends scare the crap out of me and make fun of me for it for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes hard, and didn't dare look behind me. I heard footsteps approaching me, running ones, getting louder and closer. When they were right behind me, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a voice in my ear. "We have to get out of here, now." It was Matt's voice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So guys, let me know if I did well or sucked. Any criticism is fine. Also, let me know if you want me to continue this. Bye!

2013-03-02 17:03:00 Author: Kalawishis Posts: 928

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'pfasdfasl;kdfjawioefsa Holy crap. That was awesome. Like, I don't know if this is normal, but I totally felt just as nervous as Kal did. xD I would very much like it if you would continue this.

2013-03-03 04:15:00 Author: Frinklebumper Posts: 941

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Thanks! I already have part 2, the final part, in my head. I'll put it up here soon.

2013-03-03 05:43:00 Author: Kalawishis Posts: 928

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Yes, I must concur with Frinkle, that was awesome.

2013-03-03 08:59:00 Author: VnGamer234 Posts: 111

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Part 2! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was quiet for quite a bit, not quite believing my ears. ?Kal, really. Listen to us.? A new voice-it was Geoffrey?s. ?Even Matt says we have to go. You have to listen to him, don't you?? I turned my head around. Behind Geoffrey and Matt were Ethan and Connor. Ethan?s eyes were darting all over the place, trying to find something safe and warm to look at but not finding anything. Connor was holding onto Ethan?s sleeve, gazing into a shadowy corner of the theater. ?Kal.? Matt looked me right in the eyes. ?I?m serious. We have to go now. This is bad. Really bad. I-I?? Matt went around the seats so he could be between the movie and me. Geoffrey followed. Even Ethan and Connor, who didn?t even know me that well, crowded closer to the back of my chair. I didn?t react. I didn?t dare react. ?Kal, please!? Matt?s voice was a yelling whisper. ?Look. I?m sorry, okay? I?m a terrible friend. I?m a sadist. I take pleasure in your pain. But you?re still my friend. You still like me. I put you through all kinds of hells and you bear it-you don't even complain that much. You?re my best friend, Kal. I've poured spider on your head and made you watch screamer gifs and you just took it and still considered me a pal?and?well?this?you can?t go through this.? Matt and Geoffrey?s heads were obscuring the movie screen. I twisted my head a bit to see. ?I?m sorry! I?m sorry!? Matt got in my way again. ?I?m sorry for all the terrible things I did. I?m sorry for the bugs and the scary faces and the bloodied road kill and the fire and all the other things! Just get out of here! I?ll never do anything bad to you again. I?ll treat you like a king. I?ll be as nice to you as possible. You can play pranks on me! You can give me dares! I?ll always say yes. You can take pleasure from my pain for once! You can take it all! Just don't keep watching!? Geoffrey looked at Matt, then me, then Matt, then me. ?Matt doesn?t act like this,? he muttered. ?Matt never acts like this. Listen to Matt. He?s serious.? Ethan leaned into me as well. I was being attacked on three sides. ?Please, Kal.? Ethan pleaded. ?You don't know what they?ve done to movies.? Geoffrey looked to Connor for more reinforcement, but Connor was once again stuck in indecisiveness. I had had enough. ?Look, people.? I turned to look at Ethan, then Connor, then Geoffrey, then finally Matt. ?I am watching this movie through. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Whatever you?re planning, you can cancel now since I am not going to go along. Besides-? I waited for the movie to make a joke, then I laughed- ?I like this movie.? Everyone was still looking at me. Then Ethan left. Connor, getting over his indecisiveness, left. After a long time, Geoffrey said, ?You?re really going to regret this,? then left. Matt started to leave, then stopped halfway, turned around, and stared at me. He wasn?t pleading anymore. Instead, there was something in his eyes, something that scared me. He was looking at me in the same was someone looks at their spouse, going to a dark war in which he was definitely not coming back from; the way someone looks at their friend in a dark hospital, as he falls asleep and the line machine?s beeps grow fewer and fewer; the way someone looks at a man trying a machine that you know is faulty-or possessed; not being able to do anything to save someone, but knowing that someone?s doom way too well. Matt left. It wasn?t like I didn?t know what they were doing, because I did. They wanted to make me afraid, so they could see the joy of me running out of the theater screaming. They were all going to laugh, all of them. Matt would howl and scream. Connor would do an on/off chuckle, Geoffrey, who cared about me way too much, would make sure to laugh on the inside, and Ethan would giggle like a girl, playing with his stupid hair. I was certain of this. So certain, I could cry. In a way, Ethan was right. I knew little about what had been done to movies. I hadn?t seen a movie since I was eight. I just wasn?t that interested in movies. My eyes lazily scanned the theater, passing over the movie like the walls. I looked at the seats a lot. Have you ever been alone in a movie theater? It makes things seem private, like all this was put on especially for you, fine-tuned to your tastes, making it your perfect good, bad, or mediocre movie. All the characters were meant to resonate or not resonate with you, all the dialogue meant to be brilliant or cheesy by your standards. The plot can be specifically designed to be your type or not your type; it just depended on your type. This movie carried that perfectly-even though I wasn't paying attention to it. It didn?t feel like the entire show, though. It felt like an introduction, designed just for me, one of the more boring mundane parts of a show, preparing me for a brilliant thing ahead; the main act; a magician for me, of me, putting on a darkly magical show to either bore or dazzle me. I became intensely creeped out. I wanted to leave, but I didn?t, for my friends would laugh about it for the rest of their lives. I began to hate my friends. They were keeping me locked in here, trapped. They forced me in here. They wanted to keep me in this dark theater, and laugh at my fear. My friends were long gone, but in my head, they were still right in front of me, staring at me, trying to convince me to stop, to go home with them, knowing I?ll say no. Ethan was whimpering in my ear, Matt was pleading on his knees; Geoffrey was trying to mutter me to his point of view. They made it so everyone wouldn't go here today, so that the attendant would act the way he did, just to screw with me, to make me think something was wrong. I don't know how, but they did it. Well, guess what. I wasn?t about to run out screaming. They could foreshadow and be ominous all they wanted, but it wasn?t going to work. I was watching the movie whole, credits and all. Not until the screen was completely black would I walk out. The question was, will I be able to make it? I really couldn?t pay any attention to the movie at all, not matter how hard I tried. I was constantly being distracted by my imagination. Turns out, being alone in a movie theater is creepy. The credits started to roll. I swear I saw shadows running across the screen and walls, and heard the slightest whistles and howls they made. I looked in the shadowy corners of the theater and saw eerie faces in them, their mouths speaking silently by twisting and distorting. Things that had dark eyes crawled down the aisles and scratched at the seats. A giant rat with red eyes ate my popcorn, and a clown with no teeth drank my root beer, while I just sat rigid, not daring to move or make a sound. Did I mention all these things were part of the private show, too? They were; preparing me for the dark magician, which I had no intention of meeting. Since this was a private show, chances are he was going to play off of my private fears. Everything was building up to him. He was the finale. I was almost crying when the credits were rolling. I couldn?t take it much longer, but I had to last through it. Things were starting to build up. I saw a face in my seat; its jaw was not connected to its head and as if drifted off the red of the blood blended with the red of the seat. I lifted my head to see that my hands were twisted in different directions, and my fingers were cut off, with eyeballs in the sockets. It was a crescendo, and the music was terrifying. Things were rushing around, pausing to leer or gape at me. Everything I feared, I hated; arachnids, ghosts, black eyes, red eyes, glass eyes, dolls, and clowns whispered in my ears moans and screams and dissonances and creepy melodies. I was paralyzed from fear. The movie ended. The magician was coming. He was ascending the stage. He was on the stage. Everything went quiet. When I got the courage to look up, I saw a little girl wearing an Exorcist mask. Needless to say, I crapped my pants and ran screaming all the way out of the theater. I met my friends at the parking lot, and they were laughing like crazy. ?Who? Who?? I asked, breathlessly ?I really want to know!? Matt could barely stop laughing. ?Dude, it was that girl Tara from across the street!? ?Her? Jesus, that kid is awesome!? I started to laugh as well. "How did you make it so the place was abandoned and the attendant acted like that?" "Slow day anyway, and minimum-" Matt tried to finish his sentence, "minimum wage does things to people." Ethan was twiddling his hair like crazy. Connor was a full on on/off guffaw. Even Geoffrey was laughing. ?You should have seen the look on your face, dude!? ?Priceless! If only I had my phone!? ?Man, this was awesome. Just awesome.? It took at least half an hour for all of us to stop laughing. By then, it was late night. I looked at all my good friends and smiled. ?I love you guys.? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The conclusion. I'm a little worried that this one isn't as good as the first.

2013-03-03 13:05:00 Author: Kalawishis Posts: 928

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