Stuck in Theatre

Henry Phillips felt the cold air move past his ears as he sat inside a movie theatre. He stared blankly at the white screen which had been removed of its myriad of colours. His hearing sensors grew stronger as the murmurs around him grew louder. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room and he could make out the silhouettes of the inhabitants of the movie house. He looked around at the assortment of figures. He looked at the two girls sitting at the bottom, who were giggling throughout the movie; at the couple sitting in front of him, two semi-bald men.  He could see a rather large family sitting a few rows down, still munching on their popcorn. They seemed oblivious to what had happened.  Henry whispered to his friend beside him, ‘What the hell?’ His friend responded, ‘What the fuck happened to the movie’ in a tone that everyone could hear. Everyone except Henry began booing loudly. This continued for at least a minute until they had realized that their disapproval was going unheard. A guy stood up near the front and headed for the exit. Nobody else moved. He disappeared down the hall and the sound of a door trying to be opened echoed up the steps. Banging followed and a yell. The banging continued as did the yelling. There was no response. There seemed to be a lifeless void filling the air as the crowd anticipated the door to be opened. The man returned and observed the wall of seats. He shrugged his shoulders and said the door was locked. One woman screamed, ‘What the hell is going on? Why would they lock the door during a movie?’ someone else mentioned, ‘In case you haven’t noticed the movie isn’t playing anymore.’ The woman replied, ‘No shit.’ Henry’s friend yelled, ‘Well what do we do now?’ One of the bald men in front of us turned and said, ‘I guess we wait until someone unlocks the door. Shouldn’t be too long. ‘

An hour passed. Nobody had moved and small talk only took place between friends or family. Not one person had made an outburst until one of the girls in the front yelled, ‘The movie would have been over ten minutes ago, maybe we should check the door again.’ The man in the front stood up to tend to his newly formed duty. Door checker. He walked down the hall and the familiar sound of a locked door paraded through the dead silence. The man came back and quietly returned to his seat without saying a word.

A few moments later, everybody left their seats and headed to the passageway that separated the very front seats from the regular seats. My friend said, ‘so what now?’ One of the girls began screaming. Her tone reverberated around the expansive room with shrills as high as a whistle. Her friend was dead. Nobody had noticed the dead girl lying on the dark carpeting with blood spilling from her torso.  Everybody joined the girl with a scream as they darted towards separate corners of the room. The screaming subsided and silence eerily took shape. A nervous patience filled the room. It was suddenly broken when a scream was heard from the corner containing the fat family. It appeared the mother had been killed. She was also lying dead on the carpet, her face mangled. Now everybody ran towards the exit; they converged like a group of pigs as their feeder placed food in their trough. They began banging and screaming at the door. It was no use. Henry Phillips took them one by one as he stared into their eyes and could feel their trepidation; this only fed his hunger as with each person he killed brutally. He killed everyone inside that movie house including his friend (who he never really liked anyway). He stepped over the bodies littering the hallway and knocked five times with two seconds in between each one. His uncle opened the door and said, ‘How was that?’ ‘Difficult at first, but after I took the first one, they all followed pretty easily.’ ‘It’s always hard at first, but you’ll get the hang of it in no time. You’ve got a real knack for this.’