It was late by now, in the kitchen making popcorn as the t.v. played some random channel, waiting for you to change it. Your phone rang, startling your little daydream before you picked it up.

“Hello?”

A mysterious yet handsome sounding voice answered, sounding like it came from that of a guy. He didn’t tell you his name, though you were far too distracted to even ask. It was subtle flirting, but you can hear from the purr in his voice that he was into this as much as you were. He heard the popping sound and asked you what it was.

“Popcorn!”

“You’re making popcorn?”

“Uh huh.” You replied, a smile on your face as you toyed with your hair. He sounds really cute!

“I only eat popcorn at the movies.”

“Well, I’m getting ready to watch a video.”

“Really, what?” He sounded intrigued, though Christopher was anything but. He was more.. conflicted on whether or not he should kill you. Because from what he can see, he quite liked the view of you from your back window.

“Oh, just some scary movie.”

“Do you like scary movies?” He asked, a little curl of his lips as he narrowed his gaze, eyeing your body from afar. He had seen you around school before, always so soft looking. Something about that ticked him off, especially since he had been going through issues at home while you sat in your school seat, oblivious to the pain of the world.

“Uh huh.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He had to make you see the light, figuratively and literally, in after death speaking. It wasn’t fair that you lived your life so well and were completely unknowing of any problems. So if finding out where you lived, watching you from afar, finding out your number, and killing you was going to do the trick? He’d do it a good number of times to get your attention.

But.. he’s still not sure. He’s really enjoying the sight of you in your casual clothes, plaid pajama pants and your shirt off.