Killer Party

“C’mon you guys, it’s a party”, Jeremy stood at the end of the table, a plastic cup of punch in his hand, “we only get Halloween once a year, let’s party .”

He straightened the red plastic fireman’s helmet on his shaggy head and grabbed a handful of potato chips, while wobbling over to where Steve slumped on the couch. Jeremy bumped his shoulder with the hand holding the plastic cup, ignoring the sugary spill, “C’mon man, get up and dance, everyone will do it if you do. Then I can ask Sarah.”

Steve’s head lolled back onto the sofa cushions, opening the ragged wound in his throat. “You are so wasted man,” laughed Jeremy as he turned to Kat and Pauly snuggled together at the other end of the bloody sofa, “Geez, get a room you two,” he quipped while jiggling the timber he had impaled them on earlier, “It wasn’t easy, but I am so glad I got you two together.”

Jeremy glanced over at Barry, next to the fireplace. He was all caught up making eye at Hayley. The other had popped out when Jeremy bashed his head in with a brick. Hayley wasn’t making eyes back though; he had shot them out with his .22 last night.

Nodding to the music, Jeremy admired his handiwork. His friends were all here celebrating and Sarah had finally agreed to come to his Halloween party this year. He peeked over at her, tied to the chair near the television, terrified. She always said she didn’t fit in with his friends. “Time to make my move, he said to himself, “Just be yourself.”

Giving her a friendly smile, he put his cup down and picked up his dad’s old Black and Decker drill, “Don’t be nervous babe, join the gang.”

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