Jeepers Creepers:
"Tom come down for dinner!" called Mrs. Woods to the creeper. Of course the creeper had no idea what that boy's name was so he ignored her calls. Finally Mrs. Woods got feed up and went to fetch the boy herself. She knocked on the door, no reply the creeper was to deep in thought to notice. Knock. Knock. Mrs. Woods opened the door.
"Honey, Tom," the creeper didn't move. Mrs. Woods walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder that got his attention. "Son, dinner time." Tom turned around
"Okay." He said and stood up. The walk down the stairs was awkward, it was silent too silent. Finally Tom broke the silence.
"So what's for dinner… mom?" he asked. If felt weird to call her that usually the creeper didn't engage in conversations with his victims, but who said she was a victim.
"Oh… um… meat loaf, mashed potatoes and green peas!" she replied with a warm smile. The creeper just nodded his head and sat down to eat. As if walking down the stairs wasn't silent enough dinner was just as silent. Only with the occasional question from the clueless Tom not much was said.
"Where's dad?" he asked between gulps of meat loaf and potatoes.
"He's out hunting with your brother." She answered staring at Tom uneasily.
"Oh." He muttered and continued eating.
After clearing the dishes and everything else the creeper continued his plotting. Hmm… only the mother is here I could just finish her off now. But what to tell the father and son
He thought, I could run away again… find a new body. At that he decided was the new plan. But how, rip apart her flesh and eat it, what to do?