Across the street, Richie and Keith were getting impatient. Lonnie should have returned long ago, but he didn't.

"What's taking him so long?" Richie wondered, "That sick fuck didn't kill him, did he?!"

"How should I know?" Keith asked.

"That's it!" Richie had enough of this, "You go inside and look for him!"

"Me?" Keith couldn't understand, "What about you?"

"What's the matter?" a smile crept upon Richie's face, "You chicken? Just like..."

"Alright, already!" Keith had enough of hearing him talk, "I'll go."

Keith entered through the back door, just like Lonnie did earlier. The floor for some reason felt wet, but he didn't care about that. He sneaked inside, through the kitchen, into the hallway. Suddenly, the back door opened. In the dark, he tried to look for a place to hide. He heard voices talk:

"Ooo... the floor's wet." a girl spoke.

"Probably a leak somewhere." a guy spoke, "What's wrong with this door?"

"Never mind the door!" the girl giggled, "Let's go upstairs!"

Keith couldn't see their faces clearly, but both of them appeared drunk. This couldn't be David with some girl or other, could it? He followed the two of them. They went inside a room and shut the door, or so they thought. As Keith made it to that door, it wasn't entirely shut, so he could still look inside. The guy and the girl, whom Keith recognized as Amy, had started to tear each other's clothes off, completely oblivious to the fact their door was still half open. Keith, in turn, could only see Amy's face because of the pale moonlight from outside, but he was sure of who he saw. It was that moonlight which shone upon something else as well. Under the bed, there was a body. Keith knew that for sure, because an arm was stretched out and sticking out from underneath the bed. No matter what sounds the two lovers were making, no matter what they were doing once they mounted onto the bed, the arm didn't budge. What else could it be but a dead body. Once Keith came to that realization, he took a few steps backwards. On his way, he bumped into something. The surprise made him wanting to scream, but a left hand had grabbed hold of his mouth, preventing him to make any sound. Shortly after it got him, a knife made it's way to Keith's throat and sliced it open.

The two lovers may have heard a thud, but they were either too busy or too drunk to take notice of it. Once they were done, the girl, who was indeed Amy, got up. She put on her boyfriend's shirt, after which she left the room. On the way, she bumped into Keith's body.

"Stupid bulge in the carpet." she muttered to herself, as she went on.

Her boyfriend, in the meantime, tried to get up too. As he tried though, he fell from the bed onto the floor. Specifically, he fell on the arm that sticked out from under the bed. He felt it, but experienced it as merely peculiar, until he at last got up and saw the body for himself. Suddenly sobered up, he took a few steps back. Suddenly, in the doorway stood the Shape. Instinctively, he threw a night-light at the Shape. It shattered as it hit him, but that didn't get him to go back. Instead, the Shape grabbed a piece of the night-light, then he started towards his next victim. He shoved the piece deep into the victim's stomach, killing him somewhat slowly, but surely.

Unaware of what her boyfriend is going through, Amy went back to their car, which was parked at the back of the house. She opened a door, got inside, looked for another bottle of beer, which she opened and started drinking of it. She got out of the car and got back inside the house. She went up the stairs, surprised to see the Shape. Thinking it's really her boyfriend, she laughed at the sight of him.

"What are you dressed up like that for?"

The Shape did not answer. Instead, he approached her, his arms stretched out.

"Come on, Ben!" Amy remained ignorant about who she's really talking to, "Why won't you say anything?"

Once he was close enough, she realized that the Shape was too tall to be her boyfriend. But before she could express her thoughts into words, he had already pushed her off the stairs. Once she hit the bottom, she was in too much pain, or too tranquilized by the beer, to try to get up. The bottle she held, on the other hand, broke in her fall. The Shape had noticed as much. He picked up two pieces, which he used to pierce through either side of Amy's forehead, causing certain death.

Outside, Richie had noticed Amy getting out of the car with a bottle of beer. Once she had disappeared from his sight, he decided to sneak into the car looking for some beer for himself. He got inside, but had a hard time finding the beer.

"Why did she have to hide the rest?" Richie whined.

The fact that he was trying to look for beer, was in fact the answer to his own question: to hide it from thieves. It didn't matter, for after a little search, he had found what he was looking for. Before he could open up the bottle, however, a hand had smashed though the car's window, and immediately grabbed hold of Richie's throat. Richie wasn't at all sure of what was going on, except that the hand that grabbed him was strong, and seemed to be getting stronger every second, for it tightened it's grip on him. Every breath of his couldn't make his way into his lungs. It was slow way to die, but the Shape had all the time in the world. He waited patiently for Richie to stop struggling, and for his pulse to stop pulsing. Once the life was out of him, he let go of Richie. What he didn't anticipate however was that his lifeless body would fall onto the car's steering wheel, causing him to press the button that would cause the alarming sound of a trumpet. Bearing in mind that he doesn't want to draw any attention to himself, the Shape takes the dead body away from the wheel.