You jerk a thumb in the direction of the den. "Go set up in there, guys. I'll grab food."

Jason sprints down the hall and Beth follows, her stack of DVDs leaning dangerously to one side as she shuffles away. You head off towards the kitchen to snag some Doritos only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder. It's your mom, replete with Bride of Frankenstein hair and lipstick blood trails down her face. To say she looks nonplussed would be an understatement.

"So, I take it from the fact that Jason is busy creating a fort out of couch cushions in my new family room that your brother is not going to be a part of your evening plans?"

"Well…" you start to reply.

"It's okay," she says. "I promised my boss that I'd make it to his Halloween party but I didn't promise I'd stay. If you can watch him for one hour while I keep up appearances, there's twenty bucks in it for you. I'll take him out after. Sound like a deal?"

You nod your head. "Deal."

"Good." She gives you a peck on the cheek. "Now, I'm going to go talk to him and get out of here. In the meantime: have fun, be good, and remember just because I'm letting boys and girls 'chill out' together in this house without supervision doesn't give you a license for any funny business."

"Mom!"

"Well, I'm just saying."

She heads up the stairs and you finish raiding your cupboards for all the essentials-Doritos, popcorn, pretzels, Sun Chips, and a box of Lucky Charms that you're going to just eat the marshmallows out of and throw away. When you get to the family room, you see that Jason has, indeed, set up a floral-patterned fortress and Beth is busily ignoring him while she sorts out the movies they picked out. She looks up at you, beaming.

"Okay, so I have everything organized. In the first column on the left I have monster movies. Then zombies, then ghosts, then splatter stuff like Freddy and Jason. Now, every row of each column is ascending in order by decade, and each section is piled in order depending on violence, blood, nudity, and number of early appearances by actors who eventually became really famous. I figure this way, we have a pretty good matrix of what our options are."

You cock your head. "You've… done this before, haven't you?"

From under the couch cushions, you hear a slightly muffled cry of "Hell yeah! That's how we roll on Devil's Night!"

Beth rolls her eyes. "Devil's Night was last night, doofus." She tosses a pillow at the voice and implodes one wall of Jason's hideaway. "Anyway, I also found this propped up on a shelf in the horror section." She hands you a VHS tape. "There was no label and nobody knew where it came from. It looks like someone just left it there so they said I could take it, as long as I didn't sue if it turned out to be something gross."

You examine the tape. It's fairly nondescript-standard black shell case, no labels, like Beth said-except for a strip of beige masking tape plastered across the front. The words "WATCH ME" are scrawled across it in black pen.

"I'm a little afraid of what some sicko might have taped himself doing," Bethany says, "but I admit I'm curious."

"You *would* want to see a tape of some dude and horse, Beth," Jason snorts. "Look, I already took out Sometimes They Come Back, Sometimes They Come Back… Again, and Sometimes They Come Back… For More to get this party started right." He nods to you. "It's your house, though, so it's your call."

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