“Aaaand, cut!” I yelled through my megaphone. Matt stood up and wiped the fake blood and glass off his body. Interns rushed in and gave him some water.

“Excellent job, Matt. Just as i had pictured it,” I congradulated him. “Thanks,” he said after a huge gulp of water.

Davey ran up to me holding a clip board. “Hey, Ron. I had a great idea for the water scene,” he exclaimed. Davey had been my best friend since preschool. We were the kids who scared the girls off and even a few boys. Davey was a short raccoon-looking man with huge glasses that sheilded his shallow eyes.

He preposed his idea to me as we walked away from the studio. We talked about how the movie was coming along and how it would set up for a sequel.

“Hey ron, ya know something?” he questioned me, but went on without my response, “Wouldn’t this be cool if like a horror movie came true one time? Like if something like TrAP was real and not a movie.”

I gave a curious glance, but it died away. “Let’s hope it never does Davey.” *