Chris and Brenda got into the house through the back door, which lead into the kitchen. Once inside, however, Brenda returned to being bossy: "So... where shall we sleep?"

"I dunno!" Chris exclaimed, "I don't know this house!"

Brenda got angry at his tone: "You don't have to shout like that! You're always so totally rude to me!"

Chris didn't know what to do or what to say. So he sighed instead.

"I'll look for a room then. You go and find me some beer!"

Immediately after she said that, she went up the stairs, leaving Chris alone. Just as he was about to look for some beer, she shouted something to him: "And don't forget to not turn on any lights!"

Chris walked over the ground floor, looking in the dark for a fridge. He was reluctant about this, especially since his girlfriend is that bossy. He began wondering why he's still with her. As he marched to the fridge, and opened it to look for beer, he mumbled to himself: "Oh, she's such a cutie, you've gotta do her! They said. She looks cute until you know her. I can't even break up with her without her permission. Where's the sense in that? It would be so much easier if she suddenly died!"

He found a can of beer. He took it out of the fridge and closed the door. Behind that door stood the shape of a man, dressed in dark overalls and wearing a chalk-white mask. He grabbed Chris by his throat with his left hand, as he raised a large butcher knife which he held in his right hand.

Outside the house, three guys had sneaked by. It were the same three who were taunting David earlier. The three of them were whispered things to each other, hoping that nobody will hear them. One of them, their leader, urged the one with glasses to do something.

"You get in there, scare the crap out of that guy, so we can get fucking even."

"Why don't you do it, Richie?" the one with glasses whined.

"What's the matter, Lonnie?" the leader, Richie, started, "You chicken!?"

Both he and the third guy started imitating the moves and the sound of a chicken. The guy with glasses, or Lonnie, had a change of heart: "All right, I'll do it. But... how am I supposed to do that?"

"Here you go." the third guy said, as he gave him a bag, "This'll help!"

Lonnie took the bag, after which he sneaked into the house.

Once he was out of sight, Richie to the third guy: "What the fuck did you just do?"

"I helped him." he replied.

"If he can't take care of himself, he shouldn't be part of our group!" Richie exclaimed.

"But if we must take care of ourselves, why do you need us to..."

"Well then, Keith, if you don't want to be my friend anymore you can fucking go then!" Richie stated.

The third guy, or Keith, decided to shut up then.

Lonnie opened up the back door. As he was doing so, he noticed there was something keeping it from opening widely.

"Stupid old house with old doors." he cursed to himself.

At least for as far as the door allowed itself to be opened, it was wide enough for him to get inside. He went inside, looking for the kitchen table. Without looking behind him, he closed the door after him. This way, he didn't see what it was that kept the door from opening properly. A dead body was hung there, kept against the door with the help of a knife alone. Had Lonnie seen this, he'd have turned around and left the house. But he didn't. The bag which Keith had given him earlier, he put it down on the kitchen table. He started rummaging inside, about to take out whatever help Keith gave him. But before he could see anything at all, something held itself to his throat, as well as his forehead. Who or whatever it was, it was behind Lonnie, so he couldn't see anything. In front of him, however, there was a cupboard with glass windows. In the reflection of these windows, he saw the Shape. The same Shape that knifed Chris to the back door. He held his one hand onto Lonnie's throat. By the looks of it, he wasn't about to let go, and by the feel of it he squeezed harder every second. Lonnie tried to call for help, but the Shape had hold onto his vocal cords. He couldn't make any sound that could warn anyone. Suddenly, the Shape made one swift move with his left hand, causing Lonnie's neck to snap.

"Hey!" Brenda's voice sounded throughout the house. It wasn't loud enough for people to hear outside, but enough for the Shape to make out what she was saying: "Where's my beer?!"

The Shape, much like Chris did, had enough of her giving around orders, especially in his own house. He dropped Lonnie's corpse and looked through the bag he had with him. At first glance, it seemed to held a white sheet only.

Brenda, who had already lost all her patience, was lying down in bed, not yet undressed for she expected that her guy would do it for her. Suddenly the door opened.

Brenda sighed: "Finally! About time you..."

She stopped once the door had opened widely. She saw a man, covered with a white sheet, which had two holes for the eyes. Brenda didn't know what she was seeing. At first she tried not to laugh, but the sight of this was too much for her, so she laughed out loud anyway.

"Nice!" she complimented him, "Now how about that beer?"

The "ghost" did not answer her, so she asked again: "I said where's my beer!?"

He still didn't say anything. That's when Brenda had lost it: "Alright, you totally fucked up bastard!"

She got out of bed and ran to the ghost. She was about to smack him on the head and insult him even more. She never got the chance to do anything. The ghost took off his sheet and covered Brenda's head with it. This way, she didn't see it was really the Shape whom she was talking to.

"Chris! What are you doing..." she started, but the Shape had covered her head with the sheet in such a way, it began to suffocate her. With every fading breath of hers, she tried to cry apologies to "Chris", but since the Shape wasn't who she thought he was, he didn't respond to any of her words. Brenda, once she realized her words can't save her, decided to not say anything anymore. That's when she gave in, and died.