Ch. 8

A little bit into Jason's movie, when it got to the boring part where Jason wasn't even there, I decided to take a break from sitting on the couch. Michael and Jason cocked their heads in unison, confused at my sudden departure. After all, I'd spent the whole day with them, and they were probably wondering why I was leaving right now.

"I'm gonna go take my bath now.", I mumbled.

Michael nodded in understanding, and Jason shivered at the indirect mention of close contact with water.

I got my clothes from what I considered my bedroom (the one I'd woken up in earlier), and went to what I figured out was the bathroom. This whole house was just like a normal house, except for the people who were currently living in it.

The shower actually works, as does the toilet. That's good., I thought.

Right in the middle of a calming shower, something or somebody started to turn the doorknob; the sudden noise startled me for a moment.

Damn, I thought I'd locked it!, I thought, once I realized what it was.

I looked at the door, waiting to see who was opening it.

Once I saw the mask, I knew exactly who it was.

"Michael Myers, you get out of here, right now!", I screeched angrily at him from behind the shower-curtain.

He slammed the door in surprise, and I heard him run down the hallway, back to the TV room, I supposed.

Once I got over the shock and anger of it, I thought, Well, what else would you expect from a guy with a hindered sexuality?...A lot more., I thought nervously.

I had never had a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, so I didn't know if that was his motive. But if he was gonna "put the moves" on me, Michael had better do it a heck of a lot slower in my opinion!...That made me kind of nervous., I thought.

Also, never once in this house had I forgotten that I was the only girl in a house full of three physically full grown men (intellectually or emotionally full grown men were a completely different story.) But still, I was not ignorant enough to not know what they could do to me, both "killing-wise" and otherwise.

I finished bathing quickly, and dressed as fast as I could in fresh pajamas, dumping the used pajamas in the clothes-hamper to be washed later.

Then I hesitantly walked back to the living room, not sure how Michael would react to our unexpected, (at least to me), "meeting".

Jason and Michael were watching the late-night news now (a surprising change from the horror movies about themselves). They looked at me, the light from the TV lighting up their eyes from behind their masks. Jason's eyes looked curious, as though he knew nothing of the embarrassing "meeting" Michael and I had just had. Michael's eyes looked angry, and a little hurt.

"I'm gonna go to bed, now. If it's ok with you two."

Jason waved his hands, as if to say, "Ok, ok, go on. Doesn't matter to me."

Michael just sat there, watching me with that same angry and hurt look in his eyes.

I turned around to face the hallway, and turned right back to them.

"Uh, I think the room I was sleeping in this morning is considered mine now, right?", I said uneasily.

Michael cocked his head, as if to say, "Duh."

Jason cocked his head as well, but as if to say, "Um… I suppose so."

"Okay, thanks…For everything, again…See you in the morning."

I whispered the word "Sorry.", to Michael, and he got up suddenly, making me jump. He stormed past me and went into a vacant bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Jason got up, turned off the TV, and peeked around the doorway of the room, as if to say, "Guess that's Michael's room."

Jason and I looked at each other for a moment, and then Jason went into another vacant bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. The last vacant bedroom (the one we'd kept the unconscious Freddy tied up in) I deemed Freddy's room, and the door was open. I checked, peeking hesitantly around the doorway. Nope, Freddy wasn't in there.

But then…where was he?

The house was completely quiet then, for the first time since I'd woken up, which made it, for the first time, spooky and creepy, and I wondered where Freddy was. I then went around, shutting the lights off around the house, and stumbled around until I got to my bedroom.

I locked the door, just in case one of them decided to kill me in my sleep, so I would have a rather noisy warning.

I thought that Michael and Jason would have to place a lot of trust in me to fall asleep so close to me. But then I heard soft footsteps, from behind my door, going down the hallway, one pair following the other, and I figured that they didn't trust me just enough yet to do that.

But enough not to kill me, I thought.

Maybe they were looking for Freddy.