All In Good Company

It was a dark and stormy night, and a lonely teenage girl was home alone house sitting for her aunt. She didn't like being in a strange place with no one to talk to. So she decided to call a few people and see who would keep her company until her aunt returned the next morning. As she dialed numbers she got the same reply from most of her friends. "It's too late, and I don't want to come out in the storm." So just as she was about to give up, she remembered a guy she had met the other day at the mall. He was really cute and they had exchanged numbers. She thought that this could be a risk not knowing him very well, but she was desperate.
She figured it would only be for a few hours, and that there was no harm in that. So she called him up, and a strong intriguing voice answered the phone. She asked for the guy that she had met a few days back, and the guy on the phone sounded happy to hear from her. They talked for about ten minutes, and then she asked him if he wanted to come stay with her for the night. Anxiously he agreed and asked for the address. He told her he'd be there in 20 minutes. Sure enough 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door. She opened it to see the cute guy from the mall she had been waiting for. Immediately, she was at ease and felt like she could finally relax for the night.
Inside they talked, ate, and watched movies. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until there was a phone call in the other room. The girl got up to go answer it leaving her company in the living room all by himself. When she answered the phone at first she heard nothing but breathing. Then a scratchy voice said, "THE OTHER ROOM." She hung-up confused and a little scared, and went back into the other room where her company was. However, he was nowhere to be found. She searched all through the house and grew more afraid than she had been before. Just then she heard something in her aunt's room. She walked towards the door calling out to the boy telling him to stop playing games. As she opened the door she saw the terrifying sight of her aunt and the guy's decapitated heads on separate bodies.
On the wall written in their blood read, "THE OTHER ROOM." She ran into the other room and a man sat there covered in blood holding a kitchen knife with a huge smile on his face. And he said to her, "Don’t you just hate thunder storms? They always put me in need of company..........."



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