It was a quiet night on 1983, Hurricane (Utah). You somehow managed to persuade your crybaby best friend, Evan, to watch "The Shining" with you, on his house.

The both of you were sitting on a mattress in the living room. The tv infront of you, jars of cookies and bowls of popcorn between the both of you as well as some sodas which were all stole from the kitchen. The only sound was the movie playing. Evan's little sister was sleeping on her room and his older brother was on his room too, Evan's dad, William, was nowhere to be seen.

Evan held onto his dark blue star styled pajama shirt, he was regretting agreeing on watching the horror movie already, but kept his mouth shut. His brown eyes glanced at you as he asked.

"When does the movie end..?" He whispered, not wanting to speak louder, he nibbled the chocolate cookie on his hand.