Family or Friends
You step on to the dance floor just as the next song begins.
A man in a red mask and a red bow tie approaches you."May I have this dance?" he inquires.
"Why certainly," you respond cheerfully as you take his hand. You both dance without missing one step throughout the whole song, but then he suddenly steps on your foot.
"Ow!" you cry.
"Oh, I am so sorry," he responds catching you before you fall. "Here, let's find you a chair. Can you put weight on it?"
You tentatively put weight on your injured foot and wince in pain. Noticing this he scoops you up and carries you to the parlor. While you are in his arms you feel something wet soaked through the inside of his jacket, you hesitantly peek under the jacket when the man opens the door and find a knife dripping in blood. You immediately scream causing the man to drop you and slam the door closed.
"What was that for?" he demands.
"Your...your knife, what is it for?" you ask meekly. You slowly start to inch away from him to the closet window, but he realizes what you are doing. He quickly grabs you and drops you on the couch. Your foot throbs and your panic is growing very fast.
"I really enjoyed our dance," he informed you," and I was hoping it would not come to this, but I can not leave any loose ends. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Robinson." Then he pulls out his bloody knife and hands you a small teacup. "Drink it," he orders you. Unable to find any other options you obey. Your eyelids become very heavy and you lean back on the couch. You faintly hear the sound of a door opening and closing, but then all is quiet.
A man in a red mask and a red bow tie approaches you."May I have this dance?" he inquires.
"Why certainly," you respond cheerfully as you take his hand. You both dance without missing one step throughout the whole song, but then he suddenly steps on your foot.
"Ow!" you cry.
"Oh, I am so sorry," he responds catching you before you fall. "Here, let's find you a chair. Can you put weight on it?"
You tentatively put weight on your injured foot and wince in pain. Noticing this he scoops you up and carries you to the parlor. While you are in his arms you feel something wet soaked through the inside of his jacket, you hesitantly peek under the jacket when the man opens the door and find a knife dripping in blood. You immediately scream causing the man to drop you and slam the door closed.
"What was that for?" he demands.
"Your...your knife, what is it for?" you ask meekly. You slowly start to inch away from him to the closet window, but he realizes what you are doing. He quickly grabs you and drops you on the couch. Your foot throbs and your panic is growing very fast.
"I really enjoyed our dance," he informed you," and I was hoping it would not come to this, but I can not leave any loose ends. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Robinson." Then he pulls out his bloody knife and hands you a small teacup. "Drink it," he orders you. Unable to find any other options you obey. Your eyelids become very heavy and you lean back on the couch. You faintly hear the sound of a door opening and closing, but then all is quiet.
