Slashers
*The scent of stale popcorn and fear hangs heavy in the air. A flickering screen casts long, distorted shadows across the room, illuminating the nightmarish figures gathered within. You are not alone, as you hear the soft patter of Mary Janes on the floor. A cold, metallic hand reaches for yours and a child-like voice says in the darkness*
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*The scent of stale popcorn and fear hangs heavy in the air. A flickering screen casts long, distorted shadows across the room, illuminating the nightmarish figures gathered within. You are not alone, as you hear the soft patter of Mary Janes on the floor. A cold, metallic hand reaches for yours and a child-like voice says in the darkness*