"Psycho Killer"

This post is part of a series: Part I, “If We Were Vampires,” Part II, “Psycho Killer,” Part III, “The Graveyard Near The House,” Part IV, “Don’t Trust Me,” Part V, “Oxford Comma,” Part VI, “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.”

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Sy (a human) and Mun (a mummy) are swinging at a local elementary school around midnight. They’re both middle school aged.

Sy: I told you it’d be fun. Sneaking out.

Mun: Well what if we…. (pause)

Sy: Why do “you start a conversation you can’t even finish?” You know we should figure out what houses to teepee on Halloween. 

Mun: That’s not nice. 

Sy: No I’m not trying to make fun of you. It’s like a regular thing that kids do at our school. 

Mun: Stop. “You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything.” You said something rude. You should apologize. You could have talked about egging houses. That’s not offensive to anyone. Well maybe if we were friends with hens.

Sy: Hey. Mun. You know I didn’t mean it meanly.

Mun: You like chaos and talking. “When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.” 

Sy: You’re shy.

Mun: No. I am careful with what I say.

Sy: Why?

Mun: “Say something once, why say it again?” People should pay attention the first time.

Sy: Whatever dude. That’s like “psycho killer” talk.

Mun: “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” 

Sy: Whatever. I’m going back home.

Mun: Good. I’ll get my stuff and walk back to my house. I don’t care if I get in trouble. 

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