As the killer apparition began to break down the door, she tried to remain calm, looking around for any way out, or at least a weapon. She grabbed an office chair out of desperation, and waited.
The apparition finished breaking down the door, came into the room and… stopped.
“Well? Come on then! You’re a bit late to kill the slutty one!” she dared after a moment, just wanting it done.
The ‘apparition’ lifted its mask.
“Adrian? The fuck?”
“Look, we’re now set for life, the survivors of-“
The real apparition chose this moment to decapitate the impostor.