Poor Laurie. Scared another one away.

 After an evening of being stalked by your homicidal, knife-wielding brother who has systematically butchered all of your friends, it might be tempting to assume that things couldn't possibly get any worse. Not so fast. At the very moment you allow yourself to breathe a sigh of relief, your date for the Homecoming dance is most likely stepping off a curb only to be blind-sided by a police cruiser, pinned against a van, and engulfed in flames. Let's not kid each other; this whole thing was your fault.