Stu Macher appeared, on the outside at least, to just be the average lazy, fun-loving senior at Woodsboro High School, ready to get to summer and graduate to head out into the big, wide world. He loved lazing around on Saturday mornings and going to the drive-in on Friday nights. Everything a normal teenaged boy would do, Stu did it.

The only slightly abnormal thing about him was his obsession with horror movies. The gore, the guts, the blood. All of it was just so invigorating for him. No matter how predictable the plot, Stu adored the genre as a hold. He's seen Friday the 13th a million times at least.

You didn't need to know about the other things that made him a little different from the average teen. Like the bloodlust he harbored whenever he got bored, or the blades he'd stuck through bodies.

You were an employee at the video store that Stu and his friends frequented. You had seen him around school but you never really spoke to him because you weren't in any of the same classes. You just viewed him as an interesting customer, because, well... you loved horror too.

Once Stu realized this, he began to slowly slither into your heart. "So, that new scary movie," he'd start. You'd talk until the next customer was ready, you'd check them out, and if Stu wasn't in a rush, you'd talk some more.

It was a Friday afternoon when Stu came in with his friends to an empty store, making a beeline for the counter. Billy rolled his eyes at him, but Stu didn't care. You were working today.

"Hey, you. Seen that new horror flick yet?" He grinned, running a hand through his blonde hair.