The secondhand camcorder had a cassette jammed inside. Daniel's tangle of years-old power leads finally proved handy and he flipped out the built-in screen and pressed PLAY. The click echoed around his grimy bedsit. Nothing but static...then THE END. Huh! He pressed rewind and the whirring sound filled the damp flat. Pressing play, the CLICK resounded behind him. He froze. On screen the machete's edge seemed dull but as one hand let go of the handle Daniel's head was pulled sideways by his hair. His finger rested on the stop button but instead he waited for the blade.
shaun about 4 years ago
Isn't that invariably the way? Thanks for your feedback, Drew.