Helaine
“I don’t know, I think the villain’s motivations were a little passé.”
“Passé? Come on, it was a vampire flick from the 80s. What motivation does he need beyond ‘Mmm lemme at that blood’?”
“Helaine, you’re into gothic lit, right? Help me out here.”
“Hmm, what?” I startled, looking dazed as my friends waited for an answer. “Sorry, I was . . . I was focused on the movie.”
Lie.
It was a total, complete, bald faced lie.
Ever since my friends and I pooled our money together for a projector, movie night in the abandoned underpass had been my absolute favorite thing to do, especially in October, where we met once a week for a horror movie on Saturday as opposed to once a month like the rest of the year.
It helped to make up for the fact that outdoor movie nights tended to be a
