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Breakfast came and went.

Ellie walked into her Art Studio, her phone in her hand. The first thing she did was look at the box of videos. They seemed innocent enough. But what was held in those Super 8 film reels was probably evidence. She pressed the 'On' button and her phone lit up. Her finger hovered over the green phone call button. Decisions Decisions. She could sense someone watching her. She finally pressed the green phone call button and dialed her Mom instead of nine-one-one. Maybe she just wanted to confirm or ask what to do. The phone rang on the other end before her Mom picked up and said, "Hello?"

"Good morning, Mom."

"Oh hello, Ellie. How did you sleep in your new home?"

Ellie hesitated. "Well, I had some weird bizarre dreams last night that I can't explain. It was just so weird. I kept hearing things."

"Oh, it's an old house. They settle."

Ellie seemed to think about the noises she heard last night. Maybe her mother was right.

"Maybe you're right." She glanced at the films. "I'm not used to the house so every new noise is brand new to me."

"I remember the first night I slept in my own apartment. I was awake every time I heard a noise. It terrified me." Her mother admitted. "It went away when your father came around."

"Did you ever have weird dreams?"

"No. What type of dreams did you have?"

Ellie wasn't sure how to explain them. "I dreamed I painted a painting that was so macabre, it chilled me to the bone. I never painted something like it in real life. Why would I paint a painting like that in real life?"

"Remember, dear. Dreams are the exact opposite of what you do in real life."

"True, but it felt so real. I even checked the painting I did. There's no change." Ellie said. "But I did find something else."

"What is it?" Her Mom asked.

"I found these home movies. The weird thing is they use a projector."

"Those are old fashioned movies."

"The most recent one is called House Painting '12."

"That's pretty recent, all right. Did you watch any of them?"

"I did and -" She trailed off as she thought about what she had seen. What could she tell her Mom? That she saw a murder on video? She wasn't sure.

"Ellie?" Her Mom asked.

"I think I need to take these films to the police." She finally admitted.

"Why?" Her mother asked. "They're probably just harmless videos."

Ellie sighed. "I saw something that concerned me and it made me uncomfortable."

"Do you want your father to look into them?"

"No. I just don't want him to worry."

"If you want to take them to the police, you go ahead." Her mother insisted. "If something's bothering you to the point that you're uncomfortable with them, you should take them somewhere. The police may tell you to toss them."

"Not if I tell them what's in the film I watched," Ellie replied, turning to look at the films in the box. "It's complicated to explain." "Would murder be one of those complicated subjects?" She thought.

"Alright."

"I really have to go. I'd like to get to the police department before lunch."

"Maybe we can meet for lunch."

"12:30 ok?"

"Yes."

"Great! See you then." Ellie waited until her mother hung up. She decided to go back to her room to get ready to leave. When she entered her room, she felt a cold feeling settle into her stomach and her hairs on the back of her neck raised. She looked around not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps just one of those drafts from the window. Rubbing her arms, she headed to the closet for a simple outfit and pants. She put on her shoes, brushed her hair, and left the bedroom.

Heading to the art studio, she noticed an odd thing. The box of films was gone. It was strange. She didn't really move them from the table. She left them there. "That's weird. Where're the films?"

"They're in the basement." A child's voice said from behind her.

Ellie jumped in startlement and spun around. Behind her was a child who looked like she was about maybe eleven or twelve. She didn't know who the child was and her heart pounded in her chest. The child looked so pale as if she hadn't really seen the sun. She was also dressed for a cold winter's day although the temperature was a nice balmy day of 82.

"Would you like to see my film?"

"No thank you." She replied.

"Oh, but you must." the girl said. "If you don't, he'll get mad and that's the last thing you want."

"Who's he?"

"Well, we all call him Mr. Boogie." The girl said.

"We?"

"All of us. If you'll come down to the basement, you can meet all of us and watch my film. I think you'll like it."

"I don't think I will like it," Ellie mumbled.

"Trust me, you will." The girl grabbed her hand and led her down to the basement. She couldn't believe she was being 'made' to do something she was not really interested in. When they arrived, the projector was already set up and the film was already in the projector. Waiting for her. The projector whirred to life. The scene looked normal until it changed. Ellie saw members of the girl's family. She immediately closed her eyes and turned away. She felt a cold hand turn her face to the projector. She wouldn't open her eyes.

"Oh say can you see...By the dawn's early light..." Ellie sang trying to ignore the projector and what may be a scene out of a horror movie she never really liked.

"It's not that bad."

"Says the girl that filmed it, right?" Ellie still didn't open her eyes. Then she heard the blessed relief of the ending. "At last!"

"Guess she'll have the dreams tonight," Another voice said.

Ellie groaned and began to think about staying up with a nice cup of Joe. She'd just stay up all night and binge watch a 'non-horror' movie. Possibly a comedy flick. "Or you can watch my movie and forgo it."

"I watched a good part. I won't watch the second part where it goes all dark and something bad and evil happens. I won't. Can't make someone do something they don't want."

"But, he will."

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