It was a chilly night as Erik and Sam walked home from a local restaurant, their voices the only source of sound, except for the occasional rustling of leaves from light breezes.
"She is such a bitch, why are you even friends with her?" Erik asked as they walked, holding hands, down their street, Elm Street.
"I don't even know, Erik…" Sam said, shaking her head and brushing some of her blonde hair behind her right ear.
"So…um…my parents aren't going to be home all weekend… I was wondering if-" Erik started.
"If I wanted to come and sleep with you?" Sam asked, making a disgusted face. "Of course I do!" She said, with a wink as they came to a stop in front of Erik's house, 1428 Elm Street.
"You know…your house looks really scary at night," Sam commented, looking at Erik, then back up at the house.
"It's just a house," Erik said, rolling his eyes. "What do you think it's haunted or something?"
"No…"
"Well, then come on!" Erik said with a small laugh as he tugged on Sam's hand and started walking up the path leading to the front door. Erik pulled out a small, dirty key, from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. He opened the door and led Sam inside.
"Erik? Is that you?" A voice called from upstairs as soon as they walked into the foyer.
"Yes, Brittany…" Erik said, sighing.
"I thought you said you'd be home in about an hour!" Erik's older sister, Brittany asked, coming down the stairs, looking very pissed. She was only about a year older than Erik, and had a short temper.
"I did!"
"Erik, it's been three hours. Where the hell were you?!"
"Well…" Erik began, looking at Sam. She cleared her throat and looked down at her feet. Erik looked back up at Brittany, who stood waiting with her hands on her hips.
"Well what?" She snapped.
"We went to Vinny's house, then Derek's, and then we all went to the diner."
"Ugh, I thought you were killed by that crazy murderer or something! I was so worried! I tried calling you!"
"Oh, the battery died before on my cell, so I left it home to charge," Erik said quickly, making Brittany even angrier.
"Whatever, I'm so angry right now, just don't talk to me!" She shook her head and made her way through the foyer to the kitchen.
"Sisters," Erik said, rolling his eyes.
"She won't find out about us tonight, will she?" Sam whispered as she and Erik started going upstairs.
"Nah, she's sleeping over her friend Heather's house, I think she's leaving in a couple of minutes, actually," Erik said as he got to the top of the stairs. He and Sam walked into his room, Sam closing the door behind them. Erik's room had dirty laundry littered all over the floor, a bed that was never made, and walls completely covered with posters of bands and horror icons like Jason Voorhees, Mike Myers, and various others. He also had a computer, dresser, TV, stereo, and PS2.
"How can you sleep with all those creepy guys staring at you?" Sam said, throwing the sweatshirt she was carrying on Erik's bed.
"Oh please, they're not real," Erik said, laughing, as he sat down on his bed, joined by Sam a few seconds later.
Erik flipped the TV on and got onto his bed, laying back, and crossing his legs as he put his arms behind his head. Sam smiled and lay down, cuddling with Erik. The two watched the end of Wedding Crasher's on TV, and about 10 minutes later heard Brittany call goodbye and close the front door.
"We have the house to ourselves…" Erik said, smirking. Sam smiled, and made growling noises. Erik got up and took Sam by the hand, quickly leading her into Erik's parents' bedroom, and proceeded to do it.
Around two o'clock in the morning, the house phone began loudly ringing, startling Erik. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, which read 2:04 am. "Who the hell could it be?" He asked, getting his boxers on and quickly moving over to the phone ringing on top of his dad's dresser.
"Hello?" He asked loudly in the phone.
"Where is she?" A male's voice boomed back.
"Who?" Erik said, rubbing his eyes.
"My daughter! Samantha!!"
"Oh, hey, it's you, Mr. Lantum."
"Tell my daughter to get her ass home right now!"
"Ok," Erik replied, but Mr. Lantum had already hung up.
"Who was that?" Sam asked from the darkness in the room.
"Just your dad…"
"What?! Oh no! I forgot to tell them I was sleeping over Kate's house!" She quickly grabbed her things. "Can you walk me home?"
"What? Aw, come on…"
"Please Erik! I'm afraid to go alone, there's that crazy murderer out there…" Sam said, hugging Erik tightly as she ran over to him.
"Alright, alright," Erik said, getting dressed. A few minutes later, the two stepped outside into the cold, nighttime air. The two quickly walked down the sidewalk. Sam's house was only a few houses down from Erik's, thankfully.
"It's so cold…" Sam mumbled quickly, rubbing her hands against her arms to warm herself. When they got to her driveway, Sam quickly jogged up her driveway and got to her front door. Erik waited, hands in his pockets, at the foot of her driveway, to make sure she got inside ok. Sam blew a kiss and turned to open her front door when a figure jumped out of a bush next to the front door, tackling her onto her front lawn. She let out a blood-curdling scream, and Erik flew into action. He tackled into the figure as quick as he could, who he saw was holding a sharp knife.
"HELP ME!!" Sam screamed, trying to crawl out from under the figure.
"BACK OFF YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Erik yelled, holding the figure's arm back from stabbing Sam's back, as she clawed at the grass, trying to escape.
"What the hell's going on?!" Mr. Lantum hollered, running outside in his night robe, and black socks pulled up as high as they could go, his hair in a mess. "Oh no!" He ran over to the figure, and, together with Erik, pulled him off of Sam, who was in a ball on the lawn, crying. The figure managed to escape from both of their grasps by kneeing Mr. Lantum in the chest, and slashing at Erik's arm. The figure ran off down the street, disappearing in the darkness.
"G-Go call the c-cops," Mr. Lantum managed to breathe, holding his chest. Erik ran inside and proceeded to do so.
"Daddy…" Sam cried, "He tried to kill me…"