As you pull open the doors, you remember Bill's seemingly prophetic dream. Not only did he know all of the movies that you would suggest for this final horror marathon, but he said villains from all three movies would somehow escape the big screen to terrorize all you theatergoers.

Theater 3's film had a villain who carried a massive axe. Theater 1's was a typical slasher, with exemplary production values, with a sneaky villain who was willing to use anything at his disposal to dispatch his victims but preferred a large kitchen knife.

As you throw open the doors to theater 1, all these facts running through your head, you see a flash of movement coming at you from the side. Then you feel a sharp punching pain in your chest.

As you crumple to the ground, no witticisms really come to mind. You do dryly observe, at least to yourself, that maybe slasher movies really are like real-life, or maybe you've just seen so many that your mind is filling in the blanks. But you're fairly certain that, as that kitchen knife went into your chest, you heard that stereotypical "shhink!" sound.

"Is that how it's spelled?" you wonder. It's your very last thought before