The gang sat in the living room, with every one of them puffing on a joint. They traded turns, inhaling one at a time. After every time they take on, they cough up and pound their chests.

Soon enough, the lights in the room become more bright as outside becomes more darker. Shannon looked up to the ceiling, grippng her hand to Danny's shoulder. She puhed her mouth forward to Danny's ear, whispering. Danny listened patiently, and his ears became more pointed as he listened more. He grinned, and Shannon walked out side.

"Dude, we're about to fuck!" Ted looked over at Danny, and answered, "Cool, but I'm not into that gay shit. Sorry." Danny rolled his eyes and ran upstairs to his room. He slammed his door close, and ripped a condom out from his duffel bag. He evilly smiled.

Shannon decided to lay out blankets on the van's floor. She stuffed a pillow against the wall, patting it gently. She slowly slid her shirt off and threw it onto the driver's seat. She wiggled her way out of her skirt, grunting at the broken button of it. Danny's hand unhooked the skirt.

"Danny, not yet!" Exclaimed Shannon. Danny whined, but Shannon pointed at the door. Danny slid shut the door, frowning. He turned around, annoyed, all before, he heard a strange noise in the woods. Danny turned his attention toward, and was about to walk in that direction, before Shannon called him, "Danny, I'm ready!" With that signal, Danny jumped into the van.

Ted and Helen fell at rest, resting on their heads on the cozy sofa, as Greg watched on from his folding chair. Katie came out from the kitchen, wielding a bowl of popcorn. "Well, I guess that's more popcorn for us," joked Katie. Greg chuckled, and helped Katie step over Ted and Helen's feet. Katie sat at a sofa chair across from Greg's, munching on the popcorn.

Danny and Shannon laid naked over the covers, playing with their feet. Shannon smiled at Danny and asked, "Danny, can you go get another blanket?" At that point, Danny knew something- she was just using him. Danny lost his smirk and pulled his jeans back on.

Danny exited the van, closing the door shut. Danny cursed at himself, for not 'coming fast enough'. He scolded himself and threw a fist at his shoulder. Ah, but he heard another noise. He turned around again, thinking it was a familiar noise. He groaned, and shouted, "Okay, guys, I know this is just a stupid ass joke. Cut it out!" A breeze of calmness came over him, and stepped forward the van. He looked around confused, scratching his naked chest. "Seriously, it's getting old!'

Danny turned away, and walked directed toward a shed, reaching for a blanket, when he heard another noise. He turned around pissed, "Fuck off, assholes! This isn't funny. Seriously."

He pulled out the blanket from the shed and went toward the van, and on the way, he heard a footstep. He finally knew his friends were giving up, so anyway, smug with pride, he mockly grinned and chuckled. "That's what I thought."

He grunted, with blood dripping out of his mouth. He looked down to see a machete halfway through his stomach, and his feet floating off the ground. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and is forced off the machete.

Jason swings the machete in his hand and wiped the blood off it, and dipped it into Danny's corpse again, to add more blood to it. He began walking around the van, curious. He peeked through the back door to see a tired Shannon, lighting a joint. She puffed onto it, waiting impatiently. Jason disappeared from the back and reached down to the bumped, lifting it.

Shannon felt a strange movement in the van, as if it's moving. "Danny, is that you?" No response came, and Shannon, again, asked, "Danny, stop shaking the van." Jason lifted the van off the ground and knocked it upside down. Shannon shrieked, crying, as she fell forward the ceiling. Jason stands on the flipped van, and threw his machete through the bottom, impaling Shannon to the ceiling. Jason, however, isn't done.