"You know--" I felt my blood run cold. Somebody was screaming, and it was coming from behind us. "Indie," I whispered, "What the fuck?" I slowly turned around and realized it was coming from the alley way we always pass by after work. "No fucking way Laurie, leave it be." She whisper yelled. "OK but it could literally just be a crackhead and all we have to do is call the cops. No big deal." We slunk over to the wall and waited for anymore noises. "Great we checked it out now let's--" More screams rang in our ears before muffled voices filled the air. "Oh my fuck, Laurie. We're not doing this, uh uh, honey. We have to go, now!" "If she dies it's your fault, dumb ass. Let's just take a peek, OK?" I reasoned. "...fine, fine..." She sighed. Slowly, we crept to the edge of the wall leading into the alleyway and peeped a look at four men standing around a girl drowning in her own blood. As she was coughing, gurgling and spluttering her last words, her head lolled to the side, and she looked us right in the eyes. Her eyes lit up and she tried to speak, and that's when we felt it, they were looking right at us. Based on the 1987 movie: 'The Lost Boys' All rights reserved, I do not own any of Joel Schumacher's characters. Laurie Lee and Indigo Miller are my personal OC's.