Moviegoer

The Moviegoer is a short scary story about a young man who goes to see a zombie movie in the theater.

One night, I went to the theater to see a movie. There was a horror film festival about classic zombie movies. Because I had nothing to do, I decided to go and see one.

I paid for my ticket and bought a bag of chips and a large soft drink at the counter. Then, I made my way into the darkened theater and found a seat. The theater was almost empty. There were only a few other people watching the movie. In the row behind me, there was an old man and sitting to my right, three seats down, there was a big fat man.

The lights went out completely and the movie started. I got comfortable in my seat and began munching on my chips and sipping my drink. The movie was actually quite scary.

After a few minutes, I heard a loud, irritating laugh. Looking to my right, I saw the fat man bouncing around in his seat and laughing uncontrollably. He threw his head back and let out a loud guffaw at every horrible scene. It was extremely annoying.

A few minutes later, the old man in the row behind us leaned forward and placed his hand on the fat man’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, Sir,” he said. “You are disturbing me with your laughter. Can you please be quiet?”

The fat man scowled and turned around. In a rude manner, he refused to be quiet and told the old man to mind his own business.

I would have liked to stand up and tell the fat man to shut up, but I didn’t have the guts.

A few minutes later, I was sitting there watching the movie when I noticed I didn’t hear the fat man’s annoying laugh anymore. I glanced over at him and saw that he was asleep. He was slumped in his chair with his head back and his mouth open.

“I hope he doesn’t start snoring,” I thought as I continued to munch on my chips and sip on my drink.

After a while, I happened to glance at the fat man again. He was still lying there motionless. Then, I happened to notice a dark patch beneath his seat. It looked kind of like a puddle, spreading out beneath him.

As I was staring at him, the screen got brighter and for a few moments, I could see clearly. I gasped in horror. The fat man’s neck had been sliced open from ear to ear and blood was dripping down his front and forming a pool on the floor.

All of a sudden, on the movie screen, a zombie appeared out of nowhere and attacked someone. I let out a high-pitched scream and almost jumped out of my seat.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice said, “Excuse me, Sir. You are disturbing me with your screams and your constant munching. Can you please be quiet?”