Ridley was hiding in the closet in her friend’s parents’ bedroom. Holding her breath, she peered through the horizontal slats. The room was in darkness, but the moonlight streaming through the window was hitting the bed like a spotlight, illuminating the gruesome sight of Jennifer, lifeless on the duvet, her throat a seeping gash. Jennifer’s blood had stained the bedclothes a glistening crimson. Ridley tried not to look at it. She had to keep her wits about her.
Jennifer had been a friend since kindergarten. True, she and Ridley had drifted apart during high school, but that had been the point of this evening’s gathering: a chance to reconnect with old friends, to catch up, to have a party while Jennifer’s folks were out of town. Ridley imagined the horror and grief that were to strike Bob and Sheila Finkel when they got back from the Hamptons, or wherever. Their only daughter butchered! They would surely never be able to sleep in this room again. They would surely want to move house.
There were dead kids all over. Shona in the freezer, Marek in the garage, Derek behind the couch, and Eva in the washing machine. All of them slashed to ribbons. All of them old friends.
I can’t think about that now, Ridley steeled herself. I have to focus on my own survival.
There’s always one girl left, you see. Always one final girl who gets out alive.
A silhouette appeared in the doorway. Moonlight glinted off the butcher’s knife blade.
“Ridley?” hissed a whisper. “Are you in here?”
The figure stepped into the room.
“Ridley!” Louder this time. Ridley did not move.
The figure crept around the room, around the horror on the bed.
Wait for it, wait for it… Ridley knew the moment to emerge was near.
The figure was at the window, peering out, a tangled mop of hair gleaming in a silvery halo. Hah, thought Ridley. That’s ironic. It’s the only way you’ll get a halo, Maya, old chum,. After the way you treated me in high school. Tur
ning everyone against me.
While Maya’s back was turned, Ridley gently pushed the closet door open wide enough to slip through. Soundlessly, she stole across the carpet, pulling the grinning skull mask over her face.
She pressed the edge of her blade to Maya’s throat.
“Surprise, bitch!” she cackled. “Happy high school reunion!”
Maya didn’t have time enough to scream before the slashing started.