It was Friday the 13th.

But nobody was thinking about that particular date.

There were other things on their minds.

It was the first night they’d been able to be together in a while.

There were six of them. Their tests were done. Graduation was over. They had the whole summer before starting college.

It was supposed to be a night for movies and junk food. And liquor if they could get the cabinet open.

The movie starts. No one is paying attention. The room is filled with conversation about college and dorm rooms, and new schedules. They talked about football games and trying to find out when they could visit each other.

They weren’t paying attention to the things that matter.

They didn’t see the man dressed in all black walking down the street.

They didn’t see him stop in the driveway.

The light from the living room made it easy to see in through the windows. No one shut the blinds. Why would anyone be looking into the house?

They watched their movie. One boy was successful in finding a bottle of peppermint schnapps that was left out. They, teenagers not known for having great taste, started drinking it immediately.

They drank and ate, until there was a lull in the movie and they started to wander around the room.

Finally, one girl noticed the man in the black hood.

“Who is that?” she asked.

“Who?” another answered.

“That guy. He’s just standing there.”

Everyone rushed to the window. They stared at the dark figure, not knowing what to do.

“We should call the police,” a guy said.

“And tell them what? There’s a guy staring at the house,” another said.

“We’ve also been drinking,” one girl pointed out.

“Just ignore him,” the guy said.

But, no one would. They kept staring at the man dressed in all black. His face was obscured by the hood. There was nothing to tell the police.

They kept staring.

And staring.

And staring.

They didn’t notice the second man sneak through the back door.

Nor, did they see him as he crept through the house until he was standing in the living room with them.

“We need to do something,” another girl said.

“No you don’t,” the second man said.

The man outside smiled as he heard the screams.