Hank trudged through the old woods to the abandoned factory, trying to lead the other six high-schoolers by example. More and more they rebelled. “C’mon guys! There aren’t really any demons.”
“Oh sure,” moaned Natalie, checking on her tablet. “Horrible murders every four years. Another one is due!”
“We’ll stay just one night!” said Hank.
“Don’t you watch movies?” complained Mitch. “Scream? Pumpkinhead? Saw? Everybody dies!”
Eventually, Hank gave into the wisdom of horror movies. The group retired to Monroe’s Pizza Emporium.
In the woods, one demon complained to the other. “What gives? Nobody sticks around to be terrorized anymore!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here for the original prompt and the blue button that leads to this week’s stories: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/04/06/8-april-2016/