Turn off the light

You quickly turn the light off and move. You aren’t at your sharpest, but this situation does not require you to have a Ph.D. The killer is down here with you. You don’t think that you can avoid her. You would have to go through her to get back to the kitchen, and you don’t know the way through the dark to get up using the other stairs. A confrontation feels inevitable. You are scared, but not panicking. You already got all the panic out of your system when the crazy shit was going down in the woods.

The dark puts you on equal ground with the killer, or close to it. But equal ground isn’t good enough. The killer may be armed. You aren’t.

You sense that you have very little time. The killer has to be coming this way. She could be very close by. At least, you assume it’s a woman.

Some kind of ambush seems like the best idea.

She can’t see you, but she can hear you, and… you can smell weed.

If you can smell it, she can smell it. The smell sticks to your clothes, not your body.

Take off your clothes?

Or

Feel around for a weapon?