The Reels

A/N: This is a parody of the movie Sinister but you don't have to have seen it to be reading. I like to put references in but I don't know if you'll know any. I also parody a lot of horror movies in at certain bits.

Rick just lay back on the couch as he began to think. The younger ones were out bowling and he, Elektra and Faith were here because Gina wanted to talk about futures. He was panicking.

He had depended on other people all his life. And now he didn't have a clue what to do. All he knew now was that Gina was now talking to the girls and he could hear shouting, most likely Elektra.

Also, a box had arrived, with videos of success stories that care had. Mike had told them that the videos were only cassette form because they were quite old. Elektra asked if they were as old as Mike.

Rick had gotten bored and was flicking through the cassettes. They had dates, names of orphanages, going back fifty years. Elektra was right; they were as old as Mike!

Then he noticed something. A smaller box inside. It had an old projector inside, with some reels. About six reels. These looked really old, what people had before cassettes.

He wondered why they weren't covered in dust. People must have used them recently. Maybe because they liked old-fashioned.

He glanced at the dates. Looked like orphanage holidays. They looked like they were happy times. He looked through. He smiled.

Christmas '64. Happy New Year '73. Valentine's '82. Easter Celebration '99. Summer Holiday '08. Halloween '11. He wondered why an orphanage would space them so far apart. Maybe they were the only ones they had hold of. Anyway, he decided to watch them later if he could.

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"What do you mean, I'm going away?" Elektra screamed at Gina, standing up from her chair and shocking her. "Listen, Elektra, you're sixteen now. You should have left. You're seventeen in September; you should have gone ages ago."

Elektra scoffed. "So I'm too old to be here? Why am I still here?" "Because…there are anger issues?"

"Anger issues!" Elektra asked. "I stay here. Where exactly am I supposed to go anyway\y?" "Harrisons Orphanage in Essex. It's nice, by the sea, Elektra, you'll like it. It's not really an orphanage any more; it's just for older people that have behavioural and anti-social issues and helps you with day-to-day life after sixteen."

Elektra asked, "So I'm going to some institution?" "Not an institution, but a help place. Elektra, that place could help you out of the black hole you dug yourself in. your parents don't like how you became so disobedient so they recommended this."

Elektra sat, broken. They'd destroyed her. "How…long do I have to stay there?" she asked. Gina looked at her sheet. "Elektra, they've recommended two years." "Two years!" she shouted. "Barely eighteen months. But it's fine."

Elektra groaned. "I'm going to prison?" "No, just a help place. But it's very strict, Elektra, so It's the place they choose." "How strict"

Gina told her, "Elektra, it's all right."

Faith just looked away. She didn't want to be involved. All she was being told was that she'd have Elektra's room.

Elektra never cried. But here she was close.

Faith, wanting to help Elektra, later went on the laptop. She looked up Harrison Orphanage and noticed it was under a site about murder.

Reading, she got a shock. "In October 2011, a hideous murder was committed at this site. The orphanage contained three members of staff over late 20s. They and the six children in the orphanage, between eight and fifteen, went trick-or-treating. No one saw them alive after 8.49pm. At 8.00am, a visitor found their bodies in the hallway."

She decided not to tell Elektra. She was bad enough. But as she read, she saw that the youngest child there, eight-year-old Benedict Benjamin 'BB' had been kidnapped by their murderer and no one had found his body.,

The idea that a murderer was at the place where Elektra would be going to was impossible to bear. In summer 2012, the place was decorated and became an institution for, as Faith read, badly behaved children, pregnant under 22s, and public safety risks.

Rick was setting up the projector. It was very hard, the projector was old with two big wheels but he figured out where to put a reel and how to set it up. He also saw the reels. He decided Halloween. It was nearly October; it was time for the Halloween spirit.

He looked as the reel came up. It had the outside of a big house with a picture of an anchor above the door. The walls were white, the door was pink and it was getting late. He saw a girl, perhaps Jamaican, come out wearing a witch costume, hat and box shaped like a pumpkin., a boy Harry's age with a ghost costume, grinni9ng as he was covered in white, a boy in his teens in a Spiderman costume and a girl his age in a ballerina outfit. Two adults, one maybe a few years older than Tracy, and a woman in her forties, came out. Rick wondered who was holding the camera.

He saw the person with the camera for some reason, hiding in the bushes as they went trick-or-treating. The porch lights were on and the kids were eagerly getting candy.

Then the camera was above a skylight. It looked down to a kitchen. Another girl his age was texting, the four trick-or-treaters were in costume, eating at the table, a man at the stove, cooking. Rick couldn't see very much away from the table, but he suspected something. If this was a bit of fun, they wouldn't film from the bushes or a skylight. Also, there was complete silence in this movie. And the footage done with old film. He'd read about it, 8mm. no sound. Someone else came in, another girl, also his age, shouting at the one texting. He grinned, despite circumstances. Just like Elektra and Faith.

Then it all changed. It was almost pitch black. There was red paint on the wall. Dripping and in shapes. A pumpkin, a ghost, a witch. Then the camera went to the ground. There were three mats on them.

And Rick froze.

There were bodies. Eight bodies. The Spiderman boy was lying closest to the door, the younger man and the witch with him. On the second mat were the woman, the presumably other man, and the second boy. The girl with the phone was lying on her back. All eight were bound and gagged with black tape.

Rick looked as the camera went closer to the phone girl. No, wait, the child wasn't the second boy; it was presumably the shouting girl. She was slowly moving. They all seemed drugged or something. Rick suddenly knew what the red paint was.

He saw a knife coming from they side of the camera by the murderer. The girl with the phone opened her eyes slowly, moving, probably moaning. Rick couldn't bear the watch as the knife was at the girl's throat.

Who would do this? Kill a bunch of orphans? And why? Because they wanted to? Soon, the camera just showed a paintbrush on the wall, finishing the 'artwork'. Then, the person leaving the house and to a car in front. Then it ended.

Why would someone do that? Rick wondered. He put his hands over his nose and mouth and leaned forward, trying to think. He looked at the reels. This killer had been brutally murdering for fifty years? His crimes shouldn't be too hard to find, but how old would he be now? Late sixties? Seventies? Maybe eighties.

And then he remembered something else. There were six children at the table. But only five on the mats. That meant one child wasn't there. But why? Why not? Because they wanted to spare them for some reason? Some…twisted reason.

Rick felt sick. It was all he could do not to turn for the bathroom and throw up. All he knew was these belonged to a killer.

A/N: Sorry it's short but it's to keep the interest going. Do you like it? Warning, the scenes are a bit …imaginative. Though in some cases it doesn't take much to guess how the other orphans die. And anyone guess what's gonna happen next?