Screaming. It was all she could hear. Lights were flashing. Bodies packed and rubbing together as people enjoyed the music coming from the stage. She was looking for her friends, having just come back from the bar. It was hard to see; the building was darkly lite and only the occasional strobe light and the soft glow coming from the big screens gave off light. Security hadn't allowed phones inside, something about being a security risk, she hadn't paid attention.
She finally found her friends, they had all moved a little closer to the stage after she left. Since she doubted that they'd be able to hear her over the band and crowd even if she screamed herself she didnt bother. She goes to Trina first and taps her on the shoulder and hands her her drink when she turns around. She can barely hear her friend when T says, "Thanks Brenna," and blows her a kiss. when her other firends ntoice their drinks they crowd around her mouthing thier thanks. Nodding and smiling she looks for her last friend.
"T where's Sherl", she semi yells in Trina's ear.
"She went to the bathroom."
"I'm gonna check on her." Trina pulls back and gives a thumbs up.
When Brenna finally makes it through to the bathroom she sees Sherl coming out, "Sherley Mintel! We have rules for these occasions you know." Her friend jumps, looking around wide eyed until she spots Brenna. Then a smile blooms on their faces and they both giggle.
"It's a good thing I just went to the bathroom," she says still giggling as she gets closer to Brenna.
They both straighten up, Brenna checking her friend over. "I was kinda serious though. It's not safe to go anywhere alone in places like these."
"You went to the bar alone" She roles her eyes ans sniffs indignantly.
Brenna winces admitting her hypocrisy, "I know and I shouldn't…," the lights cut out and the music stops abruptly, "..have" she finishes queitly.
There's a hush of surprise and then she hears it, There's a voice speaking, reverberating through the room and it makes spikes of fear grow in her heart and the hair stand up on the back of her neck. As screams of a different kind then what she heard not even a couple of minutes ago sound through the room she looks to where she last saw Sherl. The words repeating on a loop through her mind.
"We're gonna play a game. It's called Gotcha!"
Brenna feels a sharp pain at the base of her neck and the last thing she hears is the man on the mic say with a manic voice "Gotcha