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weekend has arrived and they
don’t have to face work for another two days. Unless of course
you’re one of the unfortunate people that does have to work
Saturdays, or Sundays, or both!
     
    Well for Dave, Friday night was
just the same as every other night, he treated every night like
Friday, he still eat the greasy food, still drank too much and
well, relaxed, if that’s what you can call it. What do you call it
when someone who does nothing ever, does nothing? I can’t imagine
that you can call it relaxing as they have nothing to relax from.
They just continue to do what they always do. I think we can say
Dave was vegetating as he was little more than a cabbage anyway. He
well and truly lived up to the term “couch potato”.
     
    Dave had given his mum his
orders for tonight. She had already done the shopping for this week
but that didn’t matter, Dave had additional orders and there was no
chance he was going to go all the way to the shop and back,
screw that, his mum could pick up his stuff on her way home from
work. He ordered a box of carling, a large pepperoni pizza, a big
bag of peanuts, a big bag of tortilla chips and two big chocolate
bars. This order, added to the stash that Dave already had should
last him the night, hopefully.
     
    It was just gone midnight, Dave
by now was starting to feel a little bit tipsy. He only had one or
two cans left in his box of lager but he had to finish the
box before he could go to bed. He had been watching horror films
all night again, tonight had been Halloween followed by Hellraiser and then to finish off he was watching Candyman. Candyman was probably Daves favourite horror film,
all of them were good in his eyes, even the corny ones, but Candyman was just that little bit more scary than the
others. He didn’t quite know why, maybe it was Candyman’s voice, he loved the scene in the car park when Candyman calls out “Heeelen, Heeelen......Helen.” Every time that
voice would send chills down his spine, he loved it.
     
    As Dave was enjoying the movie
in his semi conscious drunken state, he started to drift off, his
head started to droop and gradually his eyes started to close. The
can he had in his hand started tilting just slightly, not enough to
spill, but getting nearer every second to falling out of his hand.
Every minute or so he would jolt awake, sit himself upright again
and re position the can in his hand, then try and carry on with the
film.
     
    Once again his eyes would start
to close and the can would start to slip. This continued for quite
a while, suddenly he jolted awake, but this one was different to
the others, this time he had jolted awake to the sound of
screaming. He looked at the TV and when looking at the screen he
remembered he had been watching Candyman , that explained the
screams so he could settle down and vegetate again, eyes drooped,
can slipped.
    “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
     
    This one made Dave jump out of
his intoxicated dreams so fast that he was stood up off his chair
before he even had chance to open his eyes. His can had gone flying
out of his hand, he stood in shock looking left and right and
behind him as though what ever it was that screamed would suddenly
appear in front him. He heard shouting again, it was definitely a
woman. This time it definitely wasn’t on the film.
     
    “AHHHH GET OFF ME YA BASTARD
AHHH YOU FUCKIN MMMPPHHH”
     
    Dave then realised who it was
shouting, it was Lisa from next door. He sighed, shook his head,
walked to the kitchen to grab another beer then plonked himself
back down in front of the TV, “Friday night eh” he said to himself,
then chugged his beer.
     
    The screaming from next door was
not a rare occurrence, Lisa, the woman who lived there, had what
you could call, complicated relationships. You couldn’t really say
that she fought with her boyfriend a lot, because the man she was
fighting with changed every time.
     
    To Dave’s recollection he