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Authors: Rich Restucci
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we split up?” asked Chris.
“How many horror movies have you seen?” Anna asked incredulously. “Splitting up is tantamount to checking the basement alone, or running upstairs instead of out the door. Or having sex,” she added. “You just don’t do it when you’re in a horror movie. Duh.”
Chris flushed red, and Rick chuckled. “We’re sticking together,” Rick said . “Safety in numbers.”
“Unless the bad guys have more numbers,” muttered Chris under his breath.
The gang of five moved to the concession stand. Rick walked around the display and grabbed a package of gummy bears. He put it on the glass case, and Sam’s eyes bugged.
“Go ahead kid, it’s OK,” he said.
“But Daddy, it’s kinda early for sweets, isn’t it?”
“We’ll let it slide this time,” he answered.
Rick and Paul moved to the first door behind the concession stand. Paul got into a firing stance with the Sig Sauer, and Rick pushed the door open. It was a janitor’s closet, complete with mop and bucket. There were contractor’s trash bags, and smaller yellow plastic bags to store popped popcorn. They moved to the next door and repeated the action. Storage. Empty drink and popcorn cups wrapped in plastic sleeves, and candy on shelves. Both rooms were tiny rectangles, five by eight feet. Nobody hiding here. The only other interior doors were the one they came from, the doors to the theater, and the one at the top of the spiral stairs. Rick hobbled up the spiral stairs with Paul, but the door was locked. Anna opened the cash register and it made a very loud Ding! She looked horrified and mouthed Sorry! Inside the register was a key ring. The keys fit the lock on the door that Rick and Chris had used to access the lobby. She locked it and checked it. Rick hobbled over to her and she handed him the keys.
“We’ll check the upstairs later, let’s do the theater now,” Rick said.
Chris grabbed Rick by the arm. “Rick,” he said quietly, “that thing in the dumpster bit you; we need to check it out.”
“Soon,” Rick replied. “Let’s make sure we’re good first.”
Rick opened the double doors to the theater. There was a tall divider so that when the doors were opened during operating hours, the outside light wouldn’t disturb the patrons while they enjoyed their movie. There were also two more doors, one to the left and one to the right of the divider. Bathrooms. Men left, women right. The men’s room door was propped open with a wooden wedge, and a janitor’s mop and bucket could be seen three feet into the room. The ladies room door was closed. Rick and Paul moved in standard cover formation, with Rick in the lead and Paul covering. Guns pointed low, they cautiously entered the room. Nothing but two sinks, two stalls, a urinal, and a warm air hand dryer attached to the wall. Huh, damn clean for an old theater bathroom , Paul thought. Rick pushed the first door in with his boot and saw a spotless toilet. He pushed the second door in and discovered the same. Relieved, the father and son duo moved to the ladies room and repeated the process. This room was empty as well.
“Let’s do the theater,” Rick said.
He peered around the corner of the dividing wall and immediately saw a body sitting in an aisle seat two rows down, its head slumped forward, right arm hanging limply into the aisle. Rick put a finger to his lips, and the others followed him into the theater. Rick was walking toward the slumped figure when his boot connected with something glass in the aisle. The pint bottle went skittering down the concrete aisle, banging into three seats before it stopped. The figure in the chair immediately went into motion. It turned its head and its eyes grew wide at the sight of people. Chris fired the Taurus at the figure, missing the target, and the figure threw its hands up, and as an afterthought, dove to the floor.
“I got no money,” a man’s voice shouted. “Place is
“How many horror movies have you seen?” Anna asked incredulously. “Splitting up is tantamount to checking the basement alone, or running upstairs instead of out the door. Or having sex,” she added. “You just don’t do it when you’re in a horror movie. Duh.”
Chris flushed red, and Rick chuckled. “We’re sticking together,” Rick said . “Safety in numbers.”
“Unless the bad guys have more numbers,” muttered Chris under his breath.
The gang of five moved to the concession stand. Rick walked around the display and grabbed a package of gummy bears. He put it on the glass case, and Sam’s eyes bugged.
“Go ahead kid, it’s OK,” he said.
“But Daddy, it’s kinda early for sweets, isn’t it?”
“We’ll let it slide this time,” he answered.
Rick and Paul moved to the first door behind the concession stand. Paul got into a firing stance with the Sig Sauer, and Rick pushed the door open. It was a janitor’s closet, complete with mop and bucket. There were contractor’s trash bags, and smaller yellow plastic bags to store popped popcorn. They moved to the next door and repeated the action. Storage. Empty drink and popcorn cups wrapped in plastic sleeves, and candy on shelves. Both rooms were tiny rectangles, five by eight feet. Nobody hiding here. The only other interior doors were the one they came from, the doors to the theater, and the one at the top of the spiral stairs. Rick hobbled up the spiral stairs with Paul, but the door was locked. Anna opened the cash register and it made a very loud Ding! She looked horrified and mouthed Sorry! Inside the register was a key ring. The keys fit the lock on the door that Rick and Chris had used to access the lobby. She locked it and checked it. Rick hobbled over to her and she handed him the keys.
“We’ll check the upstairs later, let’s do the theater now,” Rick said.
Chris grabbed Rick by the arm. “Rick,” he said quietly, “that thing in the dumpster bit you; we need to check it out.”
“Soon,” Rick replied. “Let’s make sure we’re good first.”
Rick opened the double doors to the theater. There was a tall divider so that when the doors were opened during operating hours, the outside light wouldn’t disturb the patrons while they enjoyed their movie. There were also two more doors, one to the left and one to the right of the divider. Bathrooms. Men left, women right. The men’s room door was propped open with a wooden wedge, and a janitor’s mop and bucket could be seen three feet into the room. The ladies room door was closed. Rick and Paul moved in standard cover formation, with Rick in the lead and Paul covering. Guns pointed low, they cautiously entered the room. Nothing but two sinks, two stalls, a urinal, and a warm air hand dryer attached to the wall. Huh, damn clean for an old theater bathroom , Paul thought. Rick pushed the first door in with his boot and saw a spotless toilet. He pushed the second door in and discovered the same. Relieved, the father and son duo moved to the ladies room and repeated the process. This room was empty as well.
“Let’s do the theater,” Rick said.
He peered around the corner of the dividing wall and immediately saw a body sitting in an aisle seat two rows down, its head slumped forward, right arm hanging limply into the aisle. Rick put a finger to his lips, and the others followed him into the theater. Rick was walking toward the slumped figure when his boot connected with something glass in the aisle. The pint bottle went skittering down the concrete aisle, banging into three seats before it stopped. The figure in the chair immediately went into motion. It turned its head and its eyes grew wide at the sight of people. Chris fired the Taurus at the figure, missing the target, and the figure threw its hands up, and as an afterthought, dove to the floor.
“I got no money,” a man’s voice shouted. “Place is
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