"Ha. What are you doing, man?"
"Well, they didn't have diet so I just got you orange."
"What? What are you doing?"
"Be. Quiet. I'm listening."
"Listening to what? Is someone in there?"
"No. Not someone. Please, be quiet."
"If it's not a person, than what is it? Is there an animal in there?"
"I don't know how much more plainly I can say this. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"It's fine, just be quiet."
"Can I listen?"
"Yeah. Whatever. Come here. Put your ear against the door. You can hear it breathing."
"What is that? Do you know what that is?"
"No, but there's a big-ass hole in the basement floor that goes down pretty far."
"Should we call someone?"
"Who are we going to call, man? Animal control?"
"I don't fuckin' know, dude. But there's something in there."
"You think I don't know that?"
"I left my phone in there anyway. The outlet in my room doesn't work, remember?"
"Fuck. You still have those hockey sticks in the garage right?"
"I think so, they're underneath the bike rack."
"Well, go get'em."
"Are you serious? You wanna fight whatever's in there with hockey sticks? Seriously?"
"Get the packing tape from the junk drawer too, and the two biggest kitchen knives you can find."
"So you are serious?"
"This is our horror movie, buddy. This is our Friday The 13th. Do you wanna be the oblivious jock who gets beheaded in the shower? Or do you wanna be the badass who ends up dirty and bloody when the sun comes up?"
"...I'll go get the hockey sticks."
"And bring me that orange pop on your way back too."
Created: Jul 08, 2013Document Media