"This is so stupid,"Sal groaned,clenching her teeth.
"Shut up,"Frankie snapped at her,glaring daggers.She sneered at him.The gloom of the van reigned,with only a few shards of dim yellow-orange light showing the three young adults in the back that,indeed,it was dusk.

  "The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy that befell five youths.It is all the more tragic in that they were young,"

  "Can you both stop fighting?"Pam turned to them both from the passenger seat.
"Thank you,"Jill smiled from next to Frankie.

  "But had they lived very,very long lives,they couldn't have expected or wished to see the madness and macabre they saw that day.For them,an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare,"

  "Shh!"Marshall hushed the four nineteen-year-olds.As if on command,they all ceased.
"Thank you," He tweaked his hearing aid into a lower mode.

  "The events of that day led to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in American history,if not all of history,"

  With a sudden splutter,the van halted.
"Did we run out of petrol?" Sal's voice seethed with rage.
"Can we all just calm down?" Jill cambered out of the back doors of the vehicle to assist Marshall.

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,"

  Above the five youths,the sun beat down.Jill and Marshall tried to activate the van.It spluttered and began to work again.
"Thank fuck,"Frankie grinned.