Chapter 23

Chapter 23

A dark shape emerge from the woods and lurch toward the lights and pulsing music in the big building.

He can see the flickering lights in the lobby and that girl again, his face hidden by the mask. He moves silently through the shadows of the buildings on Main Street.

Sally sat on the couch in the lobby. She watched. In shock is a pretty girl whom she'd never seen at school, was dragged across the floor and taken outside by a security guard. She couldn't imagine what the girl had done to get herself thrown out, although she did seem pretty out of control. Sally watched through the window as the girl was thrown into the back of the police car. She sighed and walked to the pay phone, determined to find that she down for one one and got Marcia Miller's phone number. The phone swallowed another quarter and she dialed.

Outside the huge building, music vibrated against the basement windows. The smell of sweat from the dancing teenagers inside wafted out into the cold night air. He could hear their blood pulsating and their shrill voices laughing. The dark shape jarred open a metal box and ripped a handful of red and black wires from their roots inside.

Sally felt a knot of anxiety. What if Marsha answered? What would she say to Marsha? One ring, two rings, three rings. Click Sally, have the receiver. Hello. She taps it again. The phone line was dead silence on her hands. Great. Just great. She said inside this stupid phone decides to stop working. Sally stuck your fingers in the coin return slot. Where's my for you son of a bitch. Sally was startled by a thundering bang on the glass doors outside.

She whirled around to see who it was. By the time she turned around, no one was there. She stepped cautiously towards the doors, which had been locked after everyone came in earlier. Her gold high heels flicked as she moved across the Polish floor. She hate to close out late. Come on. Sally pressed her hands and nose against the shockingly cold glass to peer outside. The street was deserted. Where were the other security guards, anyway? She wondered. Just as Sally was about to turn around, a white face slammed against the glass. It's dark, cruel eyes laughing. Sally screamed and jumped backward five feet. Please know the horrible thing in the white mask clawed at the door with such force. She was sure the glass would shatter. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. The police sketch of Michael Myers flashed through Sally's panic stricken mind. Somebody help me! She screamed, backing away from the glass that threatened to break. The thing kept pounding incline, desperately determined to get inside its hot breath, steaming up the glass. No one can hear Sally's cries over the blaring music. She was totally alone with Sally squeezed dry Shutz as the growling thing ripped off its mask, revealing ha Marcia Miller outside. Marcia howl with laughter, gripping the white mask in one hand and a gleaming butcher knife in the other. She stuffed the mask in the pocket of the oversize jumpsuits she wore. Marcia. High five three of her girlfriends who would emerge from the hedges laughing with her like a bunch of maniacs. Sally was so relieved that it was only Marcia. She went ahead and opened the doors. She had been so shocked. It took a moment for the anger to set in. But as soon as she realized that the cruel joke had been planned for her, everything became red hot, Sally's nostrils layered. Of all the low down, dirty, cheap, tasteless pranks, she screams. Marcia sneered, Oh, look, girls, the wrath of Cleopatra. Watch out. The snide, snobby attitude called for an equally cheap shots. At least my party wasn't a bust, you pathetic loser, Sally remarked. Every bit of remorse that Sally had dealt for humiliating Marcia fell to the floor. Marcia growled, with an even gleam in her eyes. For your information, my party was canceled by the police. Sally laughed. Knowing she'd get Marcia where it hurts. Oh, yeah. Did they see your ugly face in the side? It was just a little too scary for Halloween. Martius painted redclaw. Put Sally in the chest. I told you. They called it off and made us come here to your geek factory. Sally didn't believe her. She knew that no one had shown up at Marcia's party and she was lying to save face. Sure, Marcia, Sally remarked sarcastically. We all know why you really came here. You came to unexpectedly. Marcia pushed Sally backward, causing her to lose her balance.

She hit the ground, landing on her ass. If you think I'm here to pick up on your loser boyfriend, you've got another thing coming. Marcia glared at her. Sally didn't dare move as Marcia's friends closed in on her as if they were going to beat her up right there. She looked up at their masked faces in disgust. What cowards they were. They all laughed at her as they disappeared into the basement. Sally picked herself up off the floor, trying to brush dust off her golden dress. She had a sudden, horrible realization. Matt couldn't have gone to Marcia's party because Marcia was here. Oh, my God. That's missing the damn overhead light in the lobby flickered for a moment and take it out. As if someone had flipped the switch, a flash and blue in orange sparks showered from the power box in the shed behind the huge building. The dark shape shrouded in darkness waited silently as the power ground off and the lights went out. Frightened young screams for the basement windows.

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