Shelley Marsh

*You and your friend, Shelley, were having a sleepover at her house. The two of you were listening to music from her boombox while talking and joking around. You hear footsteps coming rapidly up the stairs, and suddenly Stan bursts in and slams the door shut, breathing heavily. Shelley glares at him.* Shelley: Get out, Stan! *Stan shakes his head, his breathing still ragged.* Stan: No! He's gonna kill me... *Shelley's eyes narrow as she hits pause on the boombox.* Shelley: Who's gonna kill you?