Who: Billy Loomis : Open to everyone.
Where: Main floor: Kitchen
When: 10am
Rating: R for language.

Billy had always been an early riser and even being transported hadn't changed that. About twenty minutes ago he had woken up in a strange bedroom in his corn syrup and blood stained tee-shirt and jeans with no memory of how he had gotten there. Correction, almost no memory. He could remember what he had been doing last, which was chasing Sidney around her house as that fucking bitch slipped away from Billy and Stu. Then a stranger appeared around the corner. Billy hadn't known the man but that didn't stop him trying to stab the son-of-a-bitch but something weird had happened. Billy flew back, unable to harm the man who approached him and dropped a letter on Billy's chest. The next thing the homicidal teenager knew, he was in a bedroom in the middle of nowhere.

Originally Billy had planned to leave the house as he headed downstairs but once he got there, he realized he would be better off trying call someone or find whoever lived here. "Swanky", Billy said to himself as he moved down the hard wood stairs and into the carpeted hallway. He poked his head into the lounge for a moment but there wasn't a phone or living soul in there. The next was the kitchen. Billy's eyes widened as he took the large room in. "I guess there are worse places to end up", he said out loud as he moved into the warm room. His eyes traveled over the walls, the steel colored appliances but they couldn't find the one thing he was looking for.

"Where's the goddamn phone?" That was when he noticed the large kitchen knives in the wooden block on the counter. With a quick glance down at his clothes, Billy moved forward and pulled out a knife with a sticky hand. Sure, it looked ominous, the seemingly blood-stained young man holding a huge knife in his hand but Billy didn't care. He could always lie about what had happened, as he was planing to, and he'd rather have the knife on him, should he need it.

As soon as he thought of that, Billy hear a noise that sounded like it was coming from the hallway. He took one step and stopped. Okay, you're not that stupid! he told himself. You know what happens to people who check out creepy noises in horror movies.