I came back into the kitchen, plopping down into the chair I sat in from earlier.
"He seems friendly."
Observed Hannibal.
"Yeah, too friendly."
I glanced at my journal, and threw it in the trash from my seat.
It went in, and I set my head down on the table, my arms crossed beside me.
"I hate you all, you know that?"
I groaned, gently banging my head on the table, stressed.
The whole kitchen filled with laughter, as the other killers emerged.
Pinhead, Candyman, Creeper, Leatherface, Michael, and Jason came out from the pantry.
Lepercaun came out from the fridge, and shook, shivering.
"Tis' a cold day, in Hell."
Chucky came out from the cabinet.
Freddy came out of a the kitchen closet, across from the pantry, along with PennyWise.
Ghostface crawled out from the sink, letting out a painful groan.
"Took your time, didn't you?"
He snapped, standing up, and popped his back.
"I can't believe he brought that thing."
Snickered Freddy, pointing at the trashcan, where my journal was.
"Just like the loyal pet he is."
Sneered Marty.
I looked up, staring at him, and finally asked the question on my mind.
"Who the Hell are you?"
Marty grinned, and turned into Djinn.
I gasped, shocked.
"What?"
I was confused, and didn't know he could do that.
"Djinn can turn into any person he wants, basically, he morphs."
Explained Candyman.
"So how did you get that scar on your cheek?"
Ashed PennyWise.
Before I could answer, Freddy raised a talon or two.
"Guilty as charged."
He smirked, glancing in my direction.
Djinn shook his head to himself.
"Oh Fred, you should know you can't play rough with her. Be more gentle next time."
I sighed deeply, at the comment.
Djinn came over, and held a hand to my cheek.
I felt a strange sensation, like a cold tingle, yet it was warm at the same time.
I couldn't really explain it.
He pulled his hand away, and picked up Hannibal's coffee mug.
I felt my cheek, and felt nothing there.
Djinn handed me the cup.
"Now, off to work you go."
I sighed, and tossed up a small grin.
"I knew it wouldn't last long."
The others met my defeated grin, with sneers.
"Good thing, too. The living room was starting to smell like shit."
Said Chucky, smiling wickedly at me.
I looked up, from putting the coffee mug into the dishwasher, with a cautious face.
"What did you do?"
I asked slowly, fearing the worst.
"Nothing much, Leatherface got bored."
Said PennyWise, simply.
I looked in Leatherface's direction, whom shrugged his large shoulders in return.
Snickers hissed across the room, sending a jagged sound of laughter into the air.
An icy chill struck my spine and ribs, and I suppressed a shudder, closing the dishwasher.
I grabbed a handful of paper towels behind me like a pro, and began to walk towards the kitchen door.
I pushed it open with my left hand, and peered back over my shoulder at them.
"There's not a dead guy, in there, right?"
I asked, warily and nervously.
Creeper let out a loud laugh, not amused, but evil.
"Why don't you go in there, and find out?"
He sneered, crossing his arms.
I hesitated, and they grinned when they saw me hesitate.
Ingoring their sneers and grins, I swallowed a dry gulp of air, and went out of the kitchen.
The door swung back and forth in a closing, behind me, seeming to echoe throughout my whole house.
My right hand clenched the paper towels, and my heart was starting to pace fast.
PLEASE DON'T BE A DEAD GUY IN THE FLOOR. PLEASE DON'T BE A DEAD GUY IN THE FLOOR. PLEASE DON'T BE A FUCKING DEAD GUY IN THE FLOOR!
I chanted inside of my head, gritting my teeth in antipation.
My thought said something else as well, which made my stomache want to drop out from under me.
Please don't be Riley.
I wondered why I thought that, seeming how I barely even knew the guy, however, I still didn't want him to be crushed into our carpet, no longer familiar looking.
I eased through the living room doorway, peeking around the floor.
Nothing was there, but I still couldn't see the spot infront of the sofa.
I tensed myself, preparing to see something far too gruesome for any horror movie.
Probably, so gruesome, the sight of it would be banned from three states.
I shook my head, frowning in anger at myself.
Stop overreacting, okay, Jennifer? Don't let your imagination run away with you.
I scolded myself, running a hand through my blonde hair.
Taking a deep breath, I quickly made my way around the left side of the couch and saw, right there, on the floor..