Dude was Scared

I knew my brother was scared when his clothes weren’t pressed and ironed as usual. He had always been very particular about his appearance and he had been doing his own laundry since he was in middle school. I always joked he spent more time on his hair than I did. I tried asking him if something was happening at school, but he wouldn’t even acknowledge my question. The more withdrawn he became, the more I worried. Worried to the point I started following him through the hallways at school just to see if I could find something out. 

As the days went by and I didn’t find anything unusual, my hopes began to fade that I would ever find anything out. That was until Friday the 13^th when my entire life changed. My peaceful life suddenly took a violent turn, and I knew I would never get the life as I knew back. My family had always loved scary stories and movies and Adam and I had always made our own movies with our parents’ old video camera, but I had never expected the stories to come alive. I never expected true life to be as horrific as the movies we made. But that particular Friday in October, my brother morphed into the serial killer we had made movies about. I just wondered who his next victim would be.