By Buck Dopp.
Jill and Dave marched between two lines of movie-goers queued up for the next showing of Monster of Darkness. The expectant eyes of those in line were aimed at the exiting couple—hoping to read their faces—looking for clues about the scary movie they had just paid to see. But the couple’s faces revealed nothing.
After arriving home and walking their dog, they retired to their bedroom.
“Well, what’d you think?” Jill asked.
“I’m robbed of words,” Dave said. “Obviously the screenwriter was too.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“It’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back. I would only watch that movie again if I needed something to help me sleep.”
“You had trouble staying awake? I was on the edge of my seat. I thought my heart would pop out of my chest when the hairy beast bit off the woman’s head.”
Dave waited to answer until he had finished brushing his teeth and wiping his face. “Honey, those special effects were so cheesy.”
“What about the guy who was stabbed in his bed?” Jill asked.
“There should have been more blood gushing when his heart was carved out of his chest.”
Jill shook her head. “It looked real to me.”
Dave peeled back the covers and slipped into his side of the bed. They adjusted their blankets until each was satisfied they were evenly distributed.
After lying in silence for several minutes, Jill whispered. “Why did you leave the bathroom light on?”