scenario #1

i press 0 4 8. the intercom unit emits a dialtone. then a requesting ring. ringring... ringring... ringring... ringring... ringring... ringring... heather runs to her front door, presses a button on the wall, and talks into the receiver...

hello? hello? is this heather? heather bomb? yes, who is this? well, you don't really know me but we've kind of talked before... and exchanged a few emails... my name is jamie... jamie from... CHEAP JOE'S ART STUFF... (a horror/suspense flick 'DUHDUHDUM' sounds)

she tries to speak but the words do not escape. disbelief. shock. her eyes bulge. pupils dialate. mouth drops open. the hairs on her neck and arms raise. her finger slowly slips from the intercom unit. she takes a few clumsy steps backwards. swaying as if by breeze. a gasp exits her parched lips. eyes roll back into their sockets. her body collapses to the floor in a heap. there's a brief stillness. a peaceful shock-induced slumber. then her body starts spasming. arms, legs flail. head arches. tongue rolls back. spasmatic convulsions. twitching like a bug with a smashed-in head, not yet dead.

heather?... heather?... are you there?