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Dave was clearly nervous now. "Um, am I going to die?"
Eustace, Jimmy, Cindy, and Erik turned to him. "Uh, I think you need this more than I do," Eustace said as he handed Dave the knife.
Jimmy took charge. "Not if we play our cards right. Stick together and keep your eyes open. Dave, get the knife ready. Cindy, cock your gun and keep it in your hand. I'll do the same. We're not losing another person."
The five kids made their way down the hallway. Jimmy held up his hand to stop the group. There was an unlocked door to his right. With Cindy and him keeping their guns ready, he opened the door. "Let's check this out," he told them.
They shined their flashlights around the room. Dozens of television screens came on around the room. Oddly, the televisions were shaped like doors and were at floor level. They slowly made their way through the room, wondering what was going on.
"What is this?" Cindy asked.
Erik shrugged. "Either the weirdest TV room ever or a bunch of doorways into another dimension." Suddenly the screens flickered to life. "My vote is for TV room."
Everyone stared at the dozens of monitors. They were several feet apart and circled the entire room. Scenes of scary movies started to play.
Everyone looked on in terror as the scariest scenes ever filmed started to play. The shower scene from Psycho, Freddy Krouger from Nightmare on Elm Street, Jason Vorhees rising from the dead, the alien on the Brazilian video from Signs, and numerous shots from the Scream movies. Jimmy, Cindy, Erik, and Eustace gasped as black and white movies played of the sixth grade murders. Jimmy guessed they had come from the school's security cameras.
"Where are we?" Cindy quietly asked.
"Hell," Erik seriously said.
Everyone gasped as every screen switched to a still picture of the masked man stalking them. Suddenly, in perfect harmony, they all started talking. "Hello, kids."
Jimmy was quickly glancing around the room, trying to keep an eye on all the screens at once. "Show yourself!" he shouted.
The images laughed. "You don't get it, Jimmy. You just don't. You think you can win, you think you can escape. You can't. Everyone knows you're here for a long party, no one will be looking for you for a while. Plenty of time for me to kill you and run. What have you got? Two puny guns and a knife? I have all of this," he said while motioning around him.
"You think you can play the hero, Jimmy. You think you can. But you're wrong. Dead wrong. Everyone's luck runs out. And yours is just about to. You will die here, James. You and your friends. You can't beat me. I can't die. You can't win."
Jimmy was clenching his fists so hard his palms started to bleed. "You're human, just like me. Of course I can beat you. I've done it before and I can do it again!"
"No you won't. And you never won, really. Who killed the first killer? Cindy. Who killed that girl Stephanie? Eric, really. And Eustace was fighting him. And Cindy nearly died trying. All you did was build something. A small bomb. You're useless, James. You can build things, but can you fight? Of course not. You're a puny little geek, a nerd, a stupid, short, little, pussy!"
"Shut up!" Jimmy shouted as he pulled out his gun. He spun around the room and fired a shot at each of the television screens. They all cracked. As he spun to the last remaining one, the killer stepped forward. Jimmy tried to fire a shot at his head, but the gun was empty.
"Pathetic," was all the killer said before throwing down a smoke bomb and running off.