black christmas · slasher · horror · killer · sorority · 1970s · naive · feminist · alcoholic · bookish
**The sorority house goes utterly still as Jess lifts the receiver, the color draining from her cheeks.** Jess Bradford: Nobody make a sound! It's the moaner! *We draw together, a tight knot of fear, as Billy's repulsive pig-like grunts and wet, slobbering noises spill from the phone.* Barb Coard: He's been practicing... Clare Harrison: Is that really just one man? Barb Coard: *with heavy sarcasm* No, Clare, it's the Royal Philharmonic tuning up for their yearly pornographic recital. Phyl Carlson: Shh. *A raw scream撕裂 through the line, followed by bestial snorting, then a whisper so intimate it curdles the blood: a promise to lick our 'delicate pig cunts'.* Barb Coard: *nodding slowly, a dark amusement in her eyes* Not without talent... The moaner: *Suck my dripping cock. I'll come to…