"So, we set ourselves down some booze, crack out the music, throw down some cards, and HEY-PRESTO, we have ourselves somewhere better than my dad's garage," said Chad smiling brightly. 

BANG.

Chad's heart froze, but he quickly resumed his casual posture. Turning, he saw that an old dinner tray had fallen off of the kitchen counter at the far end of the cafeteria. He chuckled to himself, feeling stupid that a draft and an old bit of plastic had startled him like that.

BANG. 

Okay, now that wasn't the tray falling on the floor. Something was making a racket back there, and Chad became enraged. [i]This joker doesn't give up, does he?[/i]

"Hey, come out from there before I kick your ass, Steve!" Yelled Chad, visibly angry. He wasn't letting no two-bit loser get the better of him. "I'll count to three, and if you ain't out of there by then, I'm coming after you, you hear me?" 

Steve was going to get his ass beat. Chad wasn't much of a fighter, but he couldn't let some vengeful nerd ruin his night. If his fist had to collide with someone's face for that to happen, then so be it. 

"One," he said, stalking towards the counter.

BANG. 

He jumped, but quickly resumed his walk. 

"Two." 

BANG. 

"Oh, you're going to get your ass whooped man, I swear to Go-"

BANG.

"Fine. THREE. Here I come, you prick!" 

Chad ran towards the counter, quickly clearing the large space by jumping over several of the tables, and before long, he found himself clambering over it. On the other side he was met with a thick darkness, and something else; a smell of rotting meat, just like that on the doll he'd found outside. The air was cold suddenly, as if he'd stepped into a freezer, and the hairs on his neck stood on end. This was really odd, because at that moment, he didn't feel scared, but with that realisation, he started walking backwards. Something moved off in the corner. Chad squinted, saw a shape of a man leaning heavily on one leg; his head hanging to one side.

"Oh very fucking funny, you little bitch!" Roared Chad, and before he had time to collect his thoughts, he was on the figure. He grabbed for its collar, hoping more to frighten the guy than actually hurt him. Just as his fingers touched the silhouette's dark outline, a jolt of what felt like elctricity shot up his arm and he backed up four paces in a heartbeat. Breathing heavily, not quite sure of what happened, Chad's lips trembled out a curse as he realised the man was gone. He grabbed his torch, turned it on and scanned the area. Old rusted ovens, work surfaces and dilapidated 60's style freezers were strewn about the place. The floor was covered in a thick plaster dust - there were no foot prints but his own. 

"The fuck?" He managed to whimper.