So look guys.. I’m not a novelist.  I’ve never written a book before in my life – so just read this and try to follow along.

The Movie

What to wear, what to wear?  I don’t know why I’m taking this so seriously.  It’s just a movie.  My friends thought it would be a good idea to check out “Trapped” starring that kid from Twilight.  It’s suppose to be a horror film.  Now I’m not too big on horror films, but what the heck, going to a movie on a Friday night is better than making cookies with my little sister Julie.

“Brad!” my mother shouted.

“Yeah.”

“John is on the phone,  he said you better hurry up, the movie’s going to start in ten minutes,” she yelled from the bottom of the steps in our two story home on Shelfton road.

“Tell him I’m on my way,” I said while putting on my navy blue sweater.  “In fact I’m leaving out now,” I answered back.

Thank goodness my house is less than five  minutes away from FOX Theater.  That old place has been around for nearly a century, and people still love it.  Actually it’s a pretty neat place.  It’s a great setting for scary movies.

“See ya mom,” I kissed her on the cheek and grabbed the keys.

“Be careful Brad, and don’t stay out too late.  Yes you’re a senior but you’re still a child under my roof,”  she continued.

“I know mom, I know, bye Julie,” I said as I closed the door behind me.

Finally I’m out the house.  I have exactly seven minutes to get there.  Thank goodness my father’s out of town on business, my mom said I can use his SUV tonight, of course with his permission.

My dad drives a pretty decent Ford Explorer.  He’s had it now for five years.  He wants to buy another car, but my mom keeps reminding him I will be heading off to college soon.  But I think he should buy one so I can have this truck.  Besides the papers on the floor and the coffee stains on the steering wheel, it rides smoothly, but one thing I can’t stand is the radio.  For some reason it always skips channels on its own.

I’m almost at the movie theater, oh no it’s packed really pack.  The line is down the street.  I hope John got our tickets already.  Oh there’s John now.

“Hey man did you get our tickets?” I asked through the window.

“Yeah man just park over there (pointing to the parking lot) and hurry up,” he said.

I quickly drove my dad’s vehicle into the parking lot to park, but before I took the key out of the ignition, the stupid radio started acting up.  It’s playing static, but this time it sound pretty weird.  I can’t make out the words.

“Don’t….” it sounded like

“Don’t what?” I said out loud to myself.

“Don’t…” it said again in a ghost like whisper.

This is really weird.  I sat in the vehicle trying to figure out what was going on.  I even turned the volume up on the radio to see if I can hear it better.

“Don’t…Go…” it said again.

When I heard the second word I put my ear closer to the radio.

“BANG!”

“Holy Sheets,” I screamed wondering what that loud noise was.

“Come on Brad, let’s go we’ll miss it!” John yelled from outside.

“Jesus John you scared me,” I said as I turned off the engine and closed the door.

“Don’t Go See The Movie…”

DUN DUN DUN……

So what’s going to happen next week on Watching Death?  When Brad got out of the vehicle and closed the door,  a sound from the radio played telling him not to go see the movie.  But if he does what’s going to happen to him?  Find out next week.