Call Miranda

You spend the next few minutes watching Nicole go to sleep, before stepping out of the room. Her words ring through your head, but you figure you can let her down easily later. Right now you want to make sure that your crush is okay. As your phone rings, your fingers of your free hand twitch with anxiety. Eventually, she answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's John. I just wanted to check and see if you're okay?"

"I'm fine. We stopped the game."

"So you're heading back home?"

"Yeah I'm walking back to my place."

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of your crush walking alone at night. "Wait. Like alone?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure you're okay? I mean it's dark outside."

"I'm fine John. I can take care of myself."

"You sure? I can give you a lift if you want."

Miranda sighs. "Well, if you insist."

"Sure. Where are you at?"

"I'm on Tanner Street."

"Alright, I'll be right there."

After hanging up, you rush to your car as your imagination runs wild, not helped by the fact you've been watching a ton of slasher flicks this October. What if some Michale Myers-esque creeper is following her? What if that ghost is somehow still around her? As soon as you start your engine, you put your pedal to the metal, eager to get to Tanner Street before any machete-wielding maniac can.