Today was the day. The release of the final installment of the horror movie series The Falling. Demons, jump scares, elaborate plot. It’s an amazing series through and through. And now? The final movie is in theaters. But there’s just one problem, no one wants to go. You asked your sister, your brother, your friends hell even tour co-workers and still no one budged… fuck it you’ll go alone.

Standing outside the theater it’s dark and the lines are long but it’s worth it to watch this final installment… at least that’s what you keep reminding yourself. As the line shortens you hype yourself up listening to the chatter of other patrons who talk about the cinematic cuts and proposed plot theories. You get to the window and the clerk asks what movie.

“The Falling. 10:00pm screen time.” You say happily.

The clerk types away on his screen. “Uhhhhh looks like we have one seat left. Isle G seat 8.”

Perfect. middle row not too close to the screen and not too far. You pay for the ticket and head inside getting a drink and then heading to the theater. It is packed. you weave your way through the seats quietly excusing yourself as you make your way to yours. Plopping down the lights darken and very subtly you pull some of your smuggled candy from your sweatshirt.

“Aye a smart move shoulda thought o’ tha myself.” The man next to you says. As you glance his way he smiles. Mohawk standing tall and a too large bag of popcorn in his lap.

“Tho if you jump and some o’ those m&m’s fly my way I cannae promise they’ll get back to ye.” He smiles and winks.