User blog:CSmith18/Chapter One

Setting: a hot night in New Orleans, Louisiana. The air is sticky and thick. Judy, a pretty 16-year-old girl, is sitting in her living room and talking to her best friend on the phone.

Judy: Oh my god, Marcia, he's so cute! He just sent me a picture of his abs.

Marcia (on phone): Aren't you going to tell me who he is?

Judy sighs...Marcia has asked her this a million times.

Judy: It's a secret...he doesn't want anyone to know.

Marcia: Why? This sounds really creepy, Judy. And you've never kept anything from me. I'm worried.

Judy: I'm sorry, he's stuck in an impossible situation. I'll tell you as soon as I can. I promise. Still BFFs?

Marcia: Always, you know that. I'm just concerned.

Judy: Oh, come on, Marcia. We're just hooking up! It's nothing serious.

Marcia: Really? Because it sounds like you're really into him... [noise in the background] ...sorry, Judy, my mom says I have to go to bed. But please be careful.

Judy: Marcia, you should really be worrying about yourself instead. I mean...you're sixteen, and you have a bedtime.

Marcia (obviously hurt): Goodnight, Judy.

Judy: Hey, I'm sorry...look, I'll be careful.

Marcia hangs up. Judy stares at the phone for a second, not really believing that her best friend of ten years had just hung up on her. Then she rolls her eyes and goes into the kitchen for a snack.

As she's making her favorite sandwich - peanut butter and banana - she feels a warm rush of air. Judy turns to see the kitchen door, which is hanging open. She hurries to close it, and locks it just to be safe. She goes back to the kitchen counter, and sees...that someone has taken a bite out of her sandwich.

Judy: Who's been eating my sandwich?

Suddenly realizing that there must be an intruder, she gasps in shock, and then sinks to the floor in terror, breathing heavily. The kitchen becomes more sinister; shadows seem to creep towards her, and she backs away until she bumps against something.

Glancing behind her, she sees the refrigerator door. A gleam of hope in her eyes, Judy pulls it open and quickly climbs inside (it's a very big refrigerator). Footsteps are heard; someone has entered the kitchen.

Judy covers her hand with her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound of her breathing. Unfortunately, she bumps her head against a jar of mayonnaise, and lets out a pitiful cry.

The refrigerator door is wrenched open. Judy cries out, and then realizes who it is.

Judy: Oh jeez, you really scared me!

We hear her boyfriend laugh.

Judy: I'm so glad it's you. I thought there was an intruder!

Judy giggles and holds out her hand.

Judy: You wanna give me a hand? And then maybe I can return the favor...

Her boyfriend grabs her hand and twists it all the way around, breaking her wrist. Judy lets out a cry of pain.

Judy: OH FRICK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?

He slams the door shut, and she is alone in the dark refigerator.

Judy whimpers in pain and fear as she hears the echo of his footsteps. Suddenly the refrigerator is moving - he's pushing it on its side, over and over - and she panics.

Judy: Help! HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE! HELP ME!

Judy struggles to stay upright in the refrigerator, and she pushes up against one side of it.

Judy: Dear Lord, PLEASE!

A loud crack - the sound of her neck breaking - is heard, and the refrigerator is still.

Back in the living room, Judy's phone buzzes. It's a text from Marcia: "I'm sorry about hanging up, but I've just had a rough week. Still BFFs?"

The boyfriend/killer picks up the phone, and responds with: "Always."