Short Story

I jumped through the window and took off running into the black night. A man in a black mask came tearing after me with a bloody cleaver clutched in his hand. I bellowed a blood-curdling scream when his knife pierced through my capillaries. I drug my bloody and bruised body to a payphone to call the ambulance. When I picked up the phone all I heard was “What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“The second one” I replied, �...