The drive-in screen flickered out. Alice’s screams replaced the soundtrack as feral orange eyes glittered at the edge of the headlights.
Joe’s brains coated the skipping record. The detective shuddered, and Elvis crooned, "You ain’t no friend of mine" over and over again.
"Tom’s mine!" Anne left Sally’s body in a locker, then she shoved her bloody feet into her loafers and met her mom outside the sock hop.