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Option #1

The doorbell rang. Brandon had a smile on his face that could not have been sane. Phillip, on the other hand, had a look of fear and resentment in his eyes. He knew what they were about to do was terribly wrong. But how could he back away now? Him and Brandon had been planning this for a while, and Brandon would kill him if he didn't do the job. "Now," Brandon calmly said, "let's invite our guest in." Brandon opened the door for David. Although David wasn't very aware most of the time, he did notice a strange sense of evil in the place. Brandon noticed the look of uncertainty on David's face and asked, "Is there something wrong David?" "No," David replied, "can I have a glass of scotch please?" It wasn't like David to have scotch in the middle of the day, but he was nervous. That strange smile Brandon had on his face and the fact that Phillip was drinking heavily was making David very nervous. David drank his scotch in a single gulp and sat down. Phillip started to play the piano. "So," Brandon said to David, "how's everything?" "Okay I guess," David said. "You seem nervous today, David." Brandon said. "I guess I'm just a little excited for the party." David replied. Brandon smiled and nodded to Phillip. "Would you come here for a minute, David." said Brandon. David made the fatal mistake of saying, "Okay." Phillip stood up and walked next to Brandon. "Come here," said Brandon, "I need to show you something." David got off his chair and walked next to Brandon. Brandon grabbed a piece of rope out of his pocket and started to choke David with it. David screamed and dropped the glass of scotch he was holding. Phillip helped Brandon choke David. David felt the rope getting tighter. And tighter. After one last scream, David fell to the ground. Dead. Murdered.