*Knock Knock Knock* A knock at your front door. Who could it be at this hour, you wonder? You certainly weren't expecting anyone, and most of your friends call before stopping by.
*Knock Knock Knock* You've barely gotten up off of your couch before the second knocking comes. It's insistent. You head to the door and open it, not even thinking to check the peephole.
A hand around your throat pushes you back, clenching your airway nearly closed. It's Marsha, and she looks rather serious. She shoves you back into the living room, a dark smile on her face. Lisa and Justine follow her, shutting the door quietly, and throwing the deadbolt.
"Wh-Wh.." you manage to get syllables out, but not much else. You can barely breathe. Your vision begins to dim, and you fall to your knees. Actually, you don't, as Marsha continues to hold you by your throat. You're too weak to stand any longer, however, so your legs give out, only increasing the pressure on your airway, speeding your strangulation. Finally, there's only blackness.