“You are so dumb!”

            While Jon and Bob were fighting, Steve came back upstairs with a mysterious stranger.

            “Where’d you find him?” said Jon.

            “He was in the basement,” said Steve. “His name is Eric.”

            “Hello,” said Eric.

            “Why does he have a shotgun?” asked Bob.

            “He said he found it on some inanimate corpse,” said Steve.

            “That makes perfect sense,” said Bob. I mean, I’m sure he’s not really the serial killer and won’t kill us.”

            Eric was about to rectify him but there was a clap of thunder outside. Meanwhile, Jack found a window and climbed outside. He hopped into his truck and drove off, happy to be away from that house. Back on the ranch, (because the house they were in was, in fact, a ranch) the party of four was on their way to the basement. The mysterious man and the fact there was a strange sound coming from a door daunted Jon.

            “We should get some food or blankets or something,” said Bob.

            “That would be larceny,” said Steve.

            “What do the owners care, they’re dead,” said Bob.

            “True.”

            “Maybe we should check behind that door?” said Eric.

            “The one with the weird sounds coming from it?” asked Jon.

            “That’s the one,” said Eric.

            “I don’t like you.”

            “No one does.”

            “I think you hoodwinked us and you are really the killer.”

            “Trust me.”

            “Why should I?”

            “You shouldn’t. But I bet there are some dead bodies behind it.”

            “Sweet! Let’s go!” said Bob.

            “Another brilliant idea from the genius,” said Jon.

            They tried to open the door, but it was very heavy. They had to all push on it, and it was still arduous work. When the get the door open it was a staircase. They decided to go up, and when they got to the top, Eric ran downstairs and shut the door. He promptly locked it. This is at the point where the serial killer would incinerate the house, but he forgot his blowtorch. He decided to just leave them there. While he was walking upstairs, he saw a conveniently placed blowtorch. He set the house on fire, but he hit his head on a doorframe and was knocked out. He didn’t wake up and burnt with the rest of them.

            Jack decided he would write a book about his experiences. It wasn’t nearly as scary as he would have hoped, so he added three serial killers, seven chainsaws, five more children, and a dragon. Oh yeah, it was scary.