October 21, 2003.

"Hey, Julie, how are you doing?"

"Hey, Bruce, nice to see you," Julie Madison responded.

"You look nice today."

"Thanks, you too."

"So," Bruce said, looking around the large movie set.  "This is where you work, huh?"
"Yeah, this is where we're shooting most of the scenes from the movie."

"What's it called again?"

"It's called 'Terror in the Hills.'"

"So what is it that makes this movie different than all the other slasher flicks?"

"Well, it's not really a slasher film, although it does subscribe to some of the genre's clichés.  It's about a group of college students who are taking a vacation in an old cabin in the woods,"
"That's one cliché," Bruce said lightly.

"Hey, I didn't say it was perfect.  Anyway, 'The Terror' lures them out into the forest, and then he just plays with them.  As hard as they try to escape, he's always behind the next tree, threatening with his long, curved knife."

"Another cliché."

"Maybe from the real old movies.  But to answer your question, the thing that makes it different from other horror movies is that none of the students get killed.  The movie just explores the psychological effect of being taunted and toyed with, trapped in a forest in the middle of nowhere, with a knife-wielding maniac at your heels."

"Interesting."

"Hey, look," Julie said, pointing to a man standing a few yards away.  "That's Brad Carlin, the guy that plays The Terror."  The man saw Julie and waved.
"He seems to be pretty fond of you," Bruce said, with mock jealousy in his voice.

"Yeah, I think he has a thing for me, but he's way too old for me.  I can't stand him; he's really rude.  Come on, you want me to show you around the place?"
"Sure."

The two went through the set, walking and talking.  They stopped, their tour finished, when they came to the snack table.

"That's the thing about working on a movie," Julie said, taking a soggy-looking sandwich.  "The food isn't that good."
"You should try Aunt Harriet's cooking," Bruce said, "She loves having guests.  How about this Saturday?"

"The twenty-fourth?  I'm busy.  But I'm free the Saturday after that."

"Good!  It's a date, then."

Neither of them were aware that Brad Carlin was around the corner, listening.

"Next Saturday," he said, a shadow of evil crossing his face.

                October 31, 2003.

Bruce and his Aunt, Harriet Cooper, greeted Julie Madison as she entered the grand halls of Wayne Manor.  They exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then she sat down beside Bruce at the large dining table, as Alfred began serving the meal Aunt Harriet had made.

None of them were aware of a man outside, watching them, fingering a long, curved knife.

                Just how bad can an actor playing a horror movie villain be?  Find out next issue.

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