Horror and alarm!

I really dunno what the movie was. I was completely stoned, I think, wait was I drunk too ? My best guess is both. Lets just say , I was intoxicated beyond a reference point from imbibing and inhalation.
The scene starts when, SP and I after our regular Wotang session, decided to watch the horror movie ( English .. if I remember ) playing on Saturday night at the Audi(torium).

As usual, we made an entry after the movie had just begun and guess what we were carrying. A Cot! yeah .. I was holding the front and he bringing up the rear. Wooden cot! The ticket checker's voices of protests were completely drowned by promises of future inebriation. The tickets were placed on top of the cot, so that he could conveniently pick it up. Bringing up our esteemed posteriors, were three freshers, with the quilt and the pillows and the third and least shady looking guy was our smuggler.
Yes, we smuggled in something!

We took the cot right next to the stage and with a little help from our dear freshers, placed the quilt and pillows and conveniently reclined to watch the movie. The jealousy in the theater was palpable. Every guy with a girl on his arm,and the hand up her skirt, would have given that same arm to be where we were.
I looked up barely discerned something menacing moving toward me on the screen. I screamed at it and it looked like whatever it was, disappeared, satisfied by that blood-curdling yell. With a smug look on my face, I fell back on the cot. I was looking for the fresher with the "special" item that we had smuggled into the theater. SP was with him, unwrapping the gift.
30 minutes into the movie ( I think, Darn! the time lapse) , the black gloved hand trying to open the lock, the terror turning the woman into all shades of off-white, an innocent looking child with the most evil grin on his face and a knife in his hand and *TRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG*
The HMT alarm clock that we had, set off an incredible sound. There were shrieks, screams, and all kinds of noises from the audience, quickly followed by a few torn slippers and followed by hand waving threatening assholes whose fucking foreplay we had interrupted. We promptly went under the cot, letting the 3 freshers of course to handle the bouquets.
Oh Gaaaawwwwdddd that was fucking hilarious! Of course we had to leave the auditorium in a hurry and got strictly warned by a tight asshole aka the theater in charge or some shit like that , on the way out.
The cot we never retrieved.
I hope the fresher from whose room we took the cot got it back.
But hey, what the fuck! I bet he will never ever forget that night! And I say it was worth it.

Or I think, thats what happened.....