Christina recoiled at the site of the killer who apparently was standing by her bed..."You...you can't be real" She says starring at him. She closed her eye's.

"You are not real, you don't exist...you are not real you don't exist!" She screamed. when she opened her eye's he was still there....Christina searched for her cell phone but it was on the dresser by the television. "Crap.." She whispers. She stands on her bed so shes as far away as she can get from him.

She kept an eye on him, she knew she was in danger if he was out, but how did he get out...? She frantically looked around for something to defend herself with, but there was nothing here. How can she defend herself to an experienced killer who doesn't even care for your existence, and will do anything to kill you...

"You are not real, you don't exist...you are not real you don't exist!"
All James could do was smile wickedly at the girl's trembling body.

She was frightened. James could sense it..almost taste her fear as it sealed the room in a pleasing state. He stood two feet away from her bedpost, still as a stone. He watched her, his eyes wild and empty.

Christina watched him just stand there..She slowly moved to the edge of the bed and jumped as far as she could to the door way..She flopped to the floor but quickly got up and floor out the door and down the steps to hide in the closet under the stairs. "Oh please don't let him find me here." She whispers are she shuts the door quietly. She sits in complete darkness.."Oh crap..i forgot to grab my flipping phone...good job Christina good job.." She tells herself..

James was elated when the girl made a foolish decision to run out of the room and down the stairs.

Oh, how he loved a good game of hide-n-seek. He waited a minute before looking for her. "Come out, Come out. Wherever you are. Don't be afraid," he whispered as he stepped against the creaking floor, with exaggerated slowness.

Heedless, he passed the closet his victim was left hiding in and proceeded to the kitchen.

"Come out, come out,where ever you are. Don't be afraid"
As she hide in the closet she didn't dare to breath. Christina heard his foot steps pass the door. She let out a sigh of relief, she knew he was heading towards the kitchen. Christina slowly opened the door of the closet. It made a slight creeping noise. Dhe looked at the kitch and could see his back side.

Christina moves as quietly as she can to the phone line. Christina picks up the phone and dials 911 " 911 whats your emergency?" "There's a killer in my house..he's hunting me down I need assistance right away." She whispers "alright hold on just a moment let me trace your phone"

James knew what this girl's intentions were, He wasn't dumb. That's why he had purposely crossed the closet that she was hiding in, and was now in the kitchen looking for a weapon of some sort to terrorize her with.

" 911 whats your emergency?" Until he heard the voice of a call-taker. The ones you'd see at police stations answering numerous calls of victims in need of help. Aside from the policemen-the call-takers were whom James despised the most. They were nothing but intrusive little pests who constantly seemed to stick their noses in whatever business that weren't theirs.

And this girl was giving them endorsement. It would only be a minute before the cops come bursting through his door, and throw him in the jailhouse. Inconspicuously, James advanced behind the girl and shoved her to the ground. He grabbed the phone and pressed his ear to it."Sorry, wrong number." Then, he replaced it on its receiver.

As christina hit the floor, it stung her face. Turning her head behind her she heard him day "wrong number, sorry" christina looked at him fear, how was she suppous to out run this guy. She quick got to her feet and ran toward the kitchen. "Alrigt think...whats a good weapon..." She looked around and picked up the longest knife she could find. "This will do...I hope." She said nervously.


Christina quickly ran back up the stairs and to her rooms she sit and locked the door " I need a baracade" she searched her room "the dresser.." She whispered to herself. She quickly tried to move it to help block the door, " this is heavy..." She goes and throws the stuff off including taking off the drawers. " alright let's try this again. She begins to push it.

Christina couldn't get the dresser over the doorway fast enough. The killer surprised her as he grabbed her throat and pushed her up against the wall. Christina gasped and clenched her hands around his trying to pry them off her neck. "You won't be getting away from me so easily" He smirked. "Y-you monster, how could" She chocked, "You do th- this to someone!" She managed to get out of her mouth. Her vision was getting dim, she didn't want to die like this. so many things she could have been doing other than watching that movie. A tear begins to fall from her eye. "Oh no need to cry dear your pain will be gone soon." His voice was faint she couldn't really hear him. Christina began kicking her feet fighting to stay alive. It was no use, her vision went black, he limbs went numb. With one last breath she died. She killer smiled with pleasure. "My work here is done." He let go of her and her body hit the floor with a thud. He went down stairs and dialed the police and told them there had been a murder he set down the phone for them to chase the call and come to the house. He than proceeds to go up stairs as the police burst in the door ordering for him to freeze, he enters the girls room with the police not so far behind. He looks their way grins and jumps into the TV causing he film to end.