Water splashes in all directions as a teenage boy cannonballs into the deep end. It splashes on a group of fully clothed girls standing nearby and they let out short shrieks as they hurriedly run away from the swimming pool, taking their drinks with them.

Dozens of drunken teens swarm the backyard as more enter in from the front through the open gate. Bright lights are strung up on the small light posts framing the pool, going in a crisscross direction above the rippled water.

Kandice, wearing a one piece halter top swim suit, carelessly shoves through a group of friends as she walks out of the gazebo and stumbles her way past the pool. It's obvious by her perfectly wavy hair that she has yet to actually swim. She reaches over to snatch a beer from a random guy's hand and sips it as she continues to walk past.

Mounted onto the outside walls of her two story house are large speakers, blaring music from their highest volume so loud that she can feel the bass vibrating in the concrete beneath her bare feet. She approaches the house, entering the kitchen through the already open, sliding glass door.

She sips from the beer bottle again, savoring the last drop before tossing it into the trashcan next to her. Her eyes gaze over to see Morgan walking down the hallway as he comes from the living room. He crosses his arms, clearly aggravated as she approaches him.

"Hey babe. 'Bout time you showed up." Kandice leans in to peck his lips and he quickly pulls away, blocking her with his arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snarls.

She lets out a short laugh before her smile fades. She squints her eyes as she studies his face. "Umm. You are my boyfriend, aren't you?"

Someone is clearly shitfaced.

"No seriously, Kandice. Did you not see the news?" He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Two of my friends were just found dead last night. And you're throwing a party?"

"Well, for one it was already planned." She smiles at him, but not in a nice way. She has never been the kind to accept rejection, or counsel, very well. "And second, that didn't stop you from coming, did it?"

Shaking his head, he stares at her unbelievably. He knows damn well that she isn't the most moralistic girl, but he would never expect this little of her. Whether or not it's the alcohol talking, he doesn't have patience to put up with this. He has enough shit going on right now and the last thing he needs is someone stirring up more unwanted trouble in his life.

"Yeah. That's what I thought." She backs up, shooting him a careless smirk. "So you want a drink, or what?"

She hears rustling around in the kitchen and turns to see three clearly intoxicated boys digging through her cabinets in desperate search for alcohol. She quickly stomps over toward them. "Hey, get out of there you little shits!"

One of the scavengers managed to find a bottle of whiskey and, as he pops the top off, Kandice snatches it from his grip. She sneers at him as she pushes the cork back into the bottle. "I said piss off."

The boys scatter out the patio door and into the backyard, as if fleeing from the police. Sighing, she reaches into the cabinet and snatches the remaining two bottles of scotch. She groups the bottles together with her thin arms and carries them down the hall toward the staircase.

Morgan glares at her. "Do you need help?"

"I got it." She says in a brash tone, passing him as she reaches the base of the stairs. He watches as she slowly ascends, struggling to balance the bottles with each drunken step she takes.

A girl and her boyfriend make out on the top step and Kandice rudely steps between the two. "Get a room."

The boy takes his drink and grabs his girlfriend by the hand to lead her down the stairs. Kandice rolls her eyes as she turns a corner and stops in the hallway when she reaches the first door on the right.

Her waitressing skills, from a job she had for not even a full week during her sophomore year, come back to her as she balances the bottles in one arm. She uses her free hand to twist the door knob and push the door to her father's office open. She steps inside the room and pushes the door halfway shut before approaching the liquor cabinet positioned across from the large office desk centered in front of the window.

Kandice reaches above the cabinet and feels around with her fingers until she touches metal. She snatches the key and uses it to unlock the cabinet, pulling its right glass door open. She slowly sets the bottles down on a glass shelf, one-by-one. Several other whiskey and scotch bottles, most if not all top shelf brands, fill the cabinet to make the perfect display for any alcoholic. All the liquor in this house is whiskey, her father's choice of poison. That is, of course, unless you count her stash of flavored vodka, the pint size bottles hidden in a shoe box in her closet.

As she sets the last bottle down, she hears a loud creak in the hardwood floor to her right. She glances over, peering through the thin sheet of glass that makes up one of the cabinet doors, and sees that the office door is now wide open. She could have sworn she closed it half way...

Knowing that she's drunk, and even a little stoned from the blunt they were passing around in the gazebo earlier, she turns back to the cabinet just as she closes the glass door—a pale white mask reflecting in the glass from behind her shoulder.

She spins around just as the killer lunges at her from in front of the desk, swinging his hunting knife wildly in the air. Crouching down, she manages to dodge at the last second and the masked man crashes into the cabinet and breaks through the glass doors. The shelves shatter, sending several bottles crashing down to the floor.

Kandice stands up and attempts to run, but slips on a small puddle of liquor and falls face down to the floor with a thud. By just a few inches, her face barely misses a chunk of glass from the base of a broken bottle. She feels a sharp pain in her right arm and looks over to see it landed on a large shard of glass, the piece still embedded halfway into her bicep. She groans as she slowly pushes herself up off the floor.

Hearing movement behind her, she looks back to see the killer as he brushes off glass and gets up to his feet. She screams as he reaches down toward her and she looks over to see an unbroken bottle of scotch lying on the floor. He grabs her leg and pulls her back toward him just as she manages to grab the neck of the bottle and, without even thinking, she sits up and swings it into the mask.

Grunting, the killer shuffles backward as he presses his hand against his stinging head. The strong aroma of whiskey fills the room and, as Kandice uses the cabinet to lift herself to her feet, she coughs. She turns to the open door and quickly dashes for the hallway.

Music blares from downstairs, each beat echoing down the corridor as Kandice exits the room, quickly scaling the wall as she approaches the staircase. She cuts the corner, seeing the stairs and a group of people gathered around her open front door. She spots the couple that was just sitting up here moments ago. She screams, grabbing onto the wooden railing as she reaches the first step. "HELP! HELP M—"

A gloved hand tightly grabs onto her shoulder and yanks her back, the killer tossing her into a small wooden table that sits against the wall. She breaks through the wood, and moans as she tumbles to the floor. A broken lamp and landline telephone lay among the debris with her and, as she can hear his footsteps approaching her, she reaches over to grab onto the phone's answering machine.

He hovers over her, arching his knife high in the air, just as she turns to him and smacks him in the chin with the answering machine. The knife drops to his side and she can hear his breathing growing heavy through the slits in the mask. His clench tightens onto the handle of the knife.

She screams, crawling backwards down the hall before getting to her feet. She turns to make a run for her bedroom, the last door on the left just past the guest room. He bolts after her just as she enters the room, swinging the door shut behind her to lock it.

The blade of his knife quickly digs through the door—missing her face by just mere inches—and she screams again, taking a step back. She watches as he stabs at the door again and glances over at her dresser nearby. She runs over to the other side of it and pushes with all her weight, the heavy dresser carving into the hardwood floor as she slides in front of the door.

Kandice steps back into the middle of the room and cries uncontrollably. She gazes around the room, dazed from both the alcohol and adrenaline. There are two double patio doors that lead to a small balcony, which overlooks the backyard, behind her. Across from her queen size bed is the bathroom. There's nowhere to go. The killer grabs the doorknob and starts to bang at the door. She grabs onto her hair, on the verge of pulling it out, as she drops to her knees. "Stop, please..."

He continues to bang on the door, the door rattling against the wooden frame bordering it. Each hit against the wood sounds louder. Stronger.

"STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screams, wiping at the tears flooding down her cheeks. She glances down to see the thick piece of glass still sticking out of her arm and quickly pulls it out, letting it drop to the floor. She clenches onto her arm as blood eases out of the wound.

The banging stops, the only noise from the music blasting from downstairs. Slowly, she pulls her hair back behind her shoulders as she glances up at the door. Through the two thin slits where they knife stabbed through, she can see the dim light from the hall.

A familiar voice calls out as she hears footsteps in the hallway. "Kandice?!"

♫ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs / ʙɪɢ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ғᴛ. ᴊᴏʏᴡᴀᴠᴇ ♫