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“Those were so much fun,” Russ said when the ending credits rolled for the second film. “That one scared the hell out of me, but in a good way because it let me get rid of my tension.” Marcus chuckled. “Watching you, I thought it was ramping it up from the way you reacted.” “Nope.” He pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around them. “It probably sounds silly, but shouting at the screen was cathartic. Sort of like I was there and had to let the idiots know they were being stupid. I was just as stupid because I didn’t run straight to the cops after I saw Howe leave the tent with the bloody knife. I should have, you know, but I was too scared when they came after me.” “You acted instinctively. I think it’s called fight or flight and for damned sure fighting them would have ended badly, o