A/N: This is a radio play I wrote for English. I'm not the best at horror stories, so it's not scary at all, but here it is! (I'll probably post a better version of this later)

Characters

Paige Aron

Arabeth Thound

Bryn Quint

Vivian Wright

Katrina Wynchester

Police Man

(heavy breathing) (door slams) (click of a lock)

Katrina: *as if catching her breath* I'm Katrina Wynchester. I'm sixteen years old. I'm not scared of anything. I am now hiding from it in a small bathroom. It is a small, dark, hooded figure that has been following us ever since the stupid storm started. I'm alone.

(door handle rattles)

Katrina: And I'm very scared.

(clash of thunder)

Katrina: The night started off like any normal Friday night, my friends were on their way to my house for a sleepover.

(drizzle of rain in the background) (doorbell rings) (footsteps on hardwood) (door opening) *(rain needs to get a louder when the door opens)*

Paige: Hey Katrina! Am I the first one here?

Katrina: Yeah, come in, oh and you can set your bag down over there.

Paige: Thanks.

(footsteps on hardwood) (door closing) *(rain needs to go back to original volume when the door closes)* (thud of a bag being dropped on carpet)

Paige: So when do you think the others-

(doorbell rings) (two girls laugh) (door opens)

Arabeth: *jokingly* Wazzup?

(two girls briefly laugh)

Katrina: Hey, Arabeth. Hey, Bryn. You can set your bags next to Paige's.

Arabeth: *sarcastically* No, I was going to carry it around all night.

Bryn: Thank you, Katrina

(footsteps on hardwood) (door closes) (thud of bag on carpet {x2}) (three sets of footsteps on hardwood) (rain increases to a light shower)

Bryn: I don't want to start anything without Vivian but...

Arabeth: She's always late?

Bryn: Yeah...

Katrina: Don't worry, I planned for that, I told her to show up half an hour earlier than the rest of you.

(doorbell rings) (footsteps on hard wood) (door opening)

Katrina: Vivian!

Vivian: Katrina darling, how are you?

Katrina: I'm great, how about you?

Vivian: Oh I'm simply peachy.

Katrina: That's great, come on in before you get all wet.

(door closes) (two sets of footsteps on hardwood) (thud of bag on carpet) (rain increases to a heavy downpour)

Paige: Let's watch a movie.

Vivian: That's a lovely idea.

Katrina: What movie?

Arabeth: Ghost Story 7?

Katrina: Good idea.

(movie case opening) (DVD player opening) (DVD being set on DVD player) (DVD player closing) (scary movie audio is heard) (clash of thunder) (movie abruptly stops) (girl screams)

Vivian: *panicky* What happened to the lights?

Paige: *calmly* The power just went out, nothing to worry about.

Vivian: O-okay.

(clash of thunder) (girls scream)

Bryn: *scared* Did you see that?

Arabeth: *worriedly* If you mean a short guy with a cloak, then yes, yes I did.

Katria: *bravely* It was probably just a trick of the lights.

(clash of thunder) (girls scream again)

Bryn: *shrieks* He's getting closer!

Paige: *nervously* Was that a knife?

Vivian: *screaming* Who has a flashlight?

Katrina: I do, but there's nothing to worry about.

(click of button) (girls gasp)

Bryn: *timidly* He's gone.

Arabeth: *sarcastically* No, really?

Paige: I-I have extra flashlights in my bag. You know, just incase...

(zipper unzipping) (rummaging through a bag) (click of a button)

Paige: Here, everyone take one.

(three more clicks are heard)

Vivian: Paige, you're a life saver.

Paige: Knock on wood, Vivian, knock on wood...

(flickering sounds are heard)

Bryn: *panicked* The flash lights are going out!

(stabbing sound is heard) (girl screams) (thump is heard) (flickering sound is heard) (girls gasp/scream)

Arabeth: *worried* Vivian?

Paige: I'll check her pulse!

(nothing is heard for a few seconds) (silence is broken by a sigh)

Paige: It's not there. She's dead.

(clash of thunder)

Bryn: There he is again!

Paige: Scatter!

(footsteps are heard running off in different directions) (another scream is heard followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground)

Paige: *distantly* Bryn!

(scream is heard) (thud of a body) (heavy breathing) (door slams) (click of a lock)

Katrina: That's how I ended up alone and scared in a bathroom. All my friends are dead, and it trying to get to me. Trying to kill me.

(door handle rattles) (rattling suddenly stops) (footsteps are heard walking away from the door)

Katrina: Okay, I need to come up with a plan to get out of here. I need a weapon, but I'm in a bathroom, and it's not like we just leave guns sitting in the bathroom. I need something hard, something metal...

(metal bar hits the ground)

Katrina: The shower curtain rod, perfect. *pause* Okay, this is it. It's now or never...

(door handle is being jiggled) (a click is heard) (the door creaks open)

Katrina: Okay, I'll give you a choice; leave now and I won't hurt you, or become good friends with my metal pole. *pause* No...no don't come any closer. *slightly panicky* I'm warning you don't-

(cracking followed by a thud)

Katrina: *appalled* I-I killed him...oh my gosh. I-I have to call 911...

(beeps of buttons being pressed) (phone rings once...twice...the sound of someone picking up on the othe other end of the line is heard)

Katrina: ...A man, he broke into my house...Katrina Wynchester...sixteen...I-I think I may have killed him...He killed four of my friends...Paige Aron, Arabeth Thound, Bryn Quint, and Vivian Wright...sixteen as well...7483 Drute Road...yes...no...no...okay...

(police sirens) (doorbell rings) (footsteps running on hardwood) (door opens)

Policeman: Hello are you Katrina Wynchester?

Katrina: Yes sir.

Policeman: May I come in?

Katrina: Of course.

(two sets of footsteps are heard on hardwood)

Katrina: This is Vivian...

Policeman: ...She's breathing.

Katrina: *shocked* Really?

Policeman: Let's go check on the others.

Katrina: Yeah...well she's Bryn Quint.

Policeman: She's fine too.

Katrina: *growing excitement* Arabeth Thound.

Policeman: She's fine too.

Katrina: Th-that's the man I-I killed...

Policeman: On the bright side he's unconscious.

Katrina: That's good.

Policeman: He's not dead, though.

Katrina: That means I don't have his blood on my hands.

Policeman: *chuckles* Yeah, now let's get you girls to the hospital. I'll take this guy to jail. You won't need to worry about him ever again.

Katrina: Thanks, officer, I think we need it.

(creaking wheels are heard) (footsteps on hardwood) (door closes) (engines are distantly heard starting) (sirens sound) (cars are heard driving off)