Midnight Showing

I slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door.

“Yeesh.” I shuddered as my sister seatbelted herself with a zip and click. “That was just awful.”

“I know! I almost couldn’t take anymore. I’m glad it’s over.” she put her face in her hands.

“It was all I could do to sit still. No space, nowhere to escape-”

“That’s why it’s called horror. I nearly screamed.”

“Well, you could have gotten away with it. What a creep. You’d think he would have some sense of personal space.”

She shot me a quizzical look. “Wait, I’m talking about the movie. What are you talking about?”

“Jeremiah! Didn’t you notice how he, like, hovers around people? It is so awkward, and then how he stands right at your elbow like, I don’t know.”

“He’s just quiet,” my sister defended.

“Not just. Why did he come to the movie? I didn’t know him. As far as I know, nobody did. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“I was a little distracted by the aliens killing everyone.”

“Jeremiah must be an alien. That would explain everything…”

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