[enter two teenagers looking to find a place to neck]
Dean: Gee Marla this looks like a swell place.. the old abandoned Frankenhole Fright Fest.
Marla: I dunno dean, this place gives me the creeps! It's so deserted!
Dean: Nah, we'll be fine! Now c'mere and let's smooch.
Marla: Gosh.. wait, did you hear something?
Dean: Relax babe, there's nothing here that can hurt you.
*rustling*
Marla: I think I hear something.. Dean.. go check..
Dean: Okay! [walks off into the shadows]
Dean: Hm.. I don't see anythi-
Marla: Dean? Hello?
*clinking metal*
Marla: Dean? Are you okay? Dean? [starts to panic]
*rapid shuffling*