Episode 6

Jacob returned to the room; everyone still in their sulking state. His eyes leered at each of their faces while the butt of his gun sat comfortably in his hand.
"I don't think you can keep us in here like this," Macy mumbled, wiping thick black sludge from under her eyes.
"My job is to make sure the suspects stay on the premises until backup arrives," Jacob said, coolly.
"How are any of us a suspect!" Macy demanded.
Jacob snorted. He took heavy steps in a circle around the room, giving everyone a judgemental scan.
"I don't see why any of you shouldn't be. I mean... what about Hocus Pocus over here," Jacob nodded his black pistol towards Tina. She sat up on her own now, still surrounded by Jen and Natalie. Jacob towered over them as he spoke, "This lady comes out screaming about death and not a second later a dead body drops from the sky. Odd, don't you think?"
Natalie frowned, "Back up off my grandma, creep." Jen's eyes widened at her remark but said nothing to protest. When Jacob felt satisfied intimidating them, he took another turn around the room, this time halting in front of Blake.
"Or could this be another crazy boyfriend case," Jacob tilted his head to the side, "A little cliche, but there are cliches for a reason..."
Internally, Blake fumed but only a cold stare emerged from the surface. Gerald intervened, "They weren't dating, yet anyway..."
Jacob smirked, "It didn't have to be a serious relationship."
Blake nudged Gerald, stopping him from feeding fuel to the fire, "It seems odd they sent only one cop to investigate..."
Before Jacob could reply, the lights in the room shut off.

At first, Macy thought it was one of them playing with the lights, but even the dull hum of the air conditioning silenced. A power outage?
"At a time like this? Really?" Blake snapped.
"Shh... no one move," Jacob hushed.
With the new haunting quiet of the room, everyone could hear the commotion occurring just outside the theater. People murmured loudly, in fright and protest. And then there were screams. Several screams.
Macy's fingers trembled. Was it really happening again? She almost couldn't bear it; the screams and the blood. The memories terrorized her as they sat in the dark.
A hand drew the ends of her blonde hair and let the strands slide along the fingers. She flinched, "Whoever's touching me it's not funny."
Matt stirred next to her, "Who? Hey, I'm all for jokes, but too soon guys."
No one responded but Macy felt the hand again, this time her head fell back, being yanked by her hair.
"Ow! Knock it off!" she roared.

"Hehehe..."

Her jaw clenched. She knew she didn't just make that up in her head. The quiet and childish giggle definitely came from behind her. A brush of hot breathe grazed her exposed shoulder.
"Matt..." she felt her body turn to jello, "S-someone is..."

"HA-HA, HAAAA!"

Macy clamped her hand around Matt's wrist and bolted through the darkness. The room became a war zone. No one knew the location of the laughter or the escape. But a delightful clicking noise confirmed someone managed to get through the door even in the dark.
"Wait!" Jacob shouted, "We have to stay together!"
Macy's screams drowned out the cop's orders. Everyone ran for it in a blind panic, away from the blackness and away from the owner of that eerie giggling. Familiar with the stage by memory alone, Macy led herself and Matt through, stumbling over curtains and chairs, but never stopping.