𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

TEN ; MOLLY, BABY

Not long passed before Molly's attention diverted from the screen and up to the ceiling above her.

"Did you hear that?" Molly asked quietly.

Randy looked up at her. "What?"

"There was a noise upstairs. It sounded like someone running."

Randy glanced up. "Its probably just Sid and Billy screwing around." He assured her.

Molly reluctantly turned back to the tv.

Something about all of this wasn't setting right with Molly. Maybe it was the fact that her principal had just been murdered. Or maybe it was the fact that she was in a giant house in the middle of nowhere while there was a killer on the loose. Either way, she was suddenly very unnerved about being there.

Randy turned his head again as Molly jumped off the sofa. "Where you goin'?"

"Stu's been gone for a while. I'm gonna go see if he's okay." Molly said, walking around the sofa.

"You know, he's probably dead, right?" Randy called after her.

"Not funny!" Came her distant response.

Molly found herself getting increasingly more anxious as she neared the garage. The door was closed, and no light came through the crack beneath the door.

And it was silent. Incredibly silent.

Taking a deep inhale of breath, Molly's hand reached out for the doorknob, shaking. The suspense music from the movie in the livingroom wasn't helping the situation either.

"Stu?" Molly called as she cracked the door open. "Stu, are you in here?"

There was no response.

Molly sighed to herself. "Shit." She whispered. She looked back to where she'd come from the living before swallowing nervously, and pushing the door open all the way.

It was completely dark in the garage. Molly could barely see anything. Molly reached out to the wall beside the door, and her hand met the light switches. She flicked them repeatedly, but nothing happened. She sighed. This was not looking good.

Molly pulled Stu's oversized robe around her arms, and hesitantly started stepping down the stairs.

As soon as her feet hit the concrete ground of the garage, she paused. There had been a crunch beneath her shoes. Molly looked down, with the light from the doorway behind her, she was vaguely able to make out broken glass and some shimmering liquid pooling in the floor.

"Oh, Jesus." Molly whispered.

Shakily - and hoping it wasn't what she thought it was - Molly crouched down and touched the liquid on the floor. It was cold and thin. Not blood. Beer.

Molly stood back up. Someone had dropped at least a dozen bottles of beer. Had it been Stu?

Swallowing the lump of worry rising in her throat, Molly looked back up. "Stu?" She called again. "Are you in here, baby? Stu?"

Molly gasped at the sound of a loud slam behind her. She spun around and found that the door had been closed.

"Shit!"

Molly ran back up the steps and tried turning the doorknob, only to find it was locked.

"Stu!?" Molly banged her fist on the door. "Stu, is that you?!" She could see the silhouette of two feet in the crack under the door. She groaned. "Stu, c'mon, it's not funny. You're scaring me! You're really scaring..." Molly trailed off as she saw the shadow of the two feet turn into one long strip of black, erasing all light from entering the garage. She heard the door start to unlock. "...me."