Author's note: Hello you! I kind of did a story a while ago on Scream, but I figured it was going nowhere. This time is different. The older me is wiser, and now I don't write as I go, though this chapter was, and writing it actually scared me, which I didn't want to finish because I got scared :/ It's just me being a wimp... Enjoy the story :)

The phone echoed through the entire house. Preppy cheerleader Chloe Henderson picked it up, and the house was completely silent.
"Hello?" She chirped in her usual tone. Kind, but a total dim wit. A mysterious voice lurked on the other side of the phone, breathing nervously.
"Who is this?" The voice suddenly replied, and Chloe stifled a laugh. Brushing her thick auburn locks behind her shoulder, her emerald-green eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Who are you trying to call?" She replied, sitting down on the luxurious sofa in the centre of her living room.
"You."
"Well, I think you've got the wrong number, I don't get the joke..." Chloe mumbled, and just then she heard the doorbell. "Could you hold on a sec? Someone's at the door."
Chloe rushed to the door, and a slim, statuesque figure walked in. Shaking her straight, black hair out of her face, Hollie Russell smirked at her friend.
"S'about time you let me in, almost froze my ass off!" Hollie scolded, her slightly-deep, intimidating voice added more threat to what she said.
"Sorry! I almost forgot, someone's on the phone!" Chloe remembered, and snatched the phone up.
"I'm back!" She replied to the caller.
"Who was at the door, Chloe?" The caller asked suddenly.
"It was Hollie. She's come over to watch a movie with me."
"What movie?"
"Psycho."
"The horror movie with the famous shower scene?"
"Yep! That's my favourite part."
Suddenly, Hollie cut in.
"Are we gonna watch this movie, or do I have to listen to you have phone sex for the whole night?" She demanded, and Chloe backed away in fear.
"Sorry, I gotta go." Chloe told the caller, and ended the call before he could reply.
"Who the hell was that?" Hollie asked, kicking her Creepers off her feet. Her long legs were covered by ripped fishnet tights, and they rested on Chloe's coffee table.
"I don't know, but he had a really sexy voice." Chloe replied, excitedly.
"Put the movie in, I don't think I could stomach you being all lovey-dovey with some guy."
'Some friend you are!' Chloe thought to herself as she put the movie in, and turned on the TV. The screen flashed white, then faded to the movie title-menu. Hollie grabbed the remote from the table and pressed play, as Chloe went into the kitchen for snacks.
"Got any flaming hot Cheeto's?" Hollie asked loudly, barely turning away from the TV.
"Nope, I got some Nachos?"
"They'll do! Come on, you're missing the movie." Hollie yelled, to which Chloe rushed back to the living room.
She sat next to Hollie and both of their eyes averted to the phone as it began to ring. Chloe stretched over the sofa and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She asked the caller.
"Hello again." The same voice was back.
"Um... This isn't a very good time right now, I'm watching the movie..."
"Sorry about that, I just wanted to apologise."
"Well, I forgive you." Chloe giggled into the phone, but Hollie quickly snatched it.
"Listen asshole, I'm trying to watch this movie! Fuck you, and goodbye." Hollie ended the call and put the phone down. Chloe was lost for words, Hollie's blunt attitude really collided with her own optimistic yet silly attitude. The movie continued with total silence flowed throughout the house. The only noise that could be heard was Anthony Perkins talking. Chloe watched with a blank face at the screen, until a realisation hit her.
"Hollie? You know that caller?" She began. Hollie turned to her with disgust.
"What about lover-boy? He ask you to marry him?" She replied spitefully.
"He knew my name... I didn't tell him, but when I let you in he suddenly knew m»"ky name."
"Probably someone we know, now shut up and watch the movie!"
Chloe hugged her knees and watched the telephone, dreading the next time it would ring. When it did Chloe almost screamed in fear. She picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She was with a quivering voice.
"Honey? We're just about to leave the restaurant, so we'll be home soon." Chloe's mother said, and Chloe relaxed instantly.
"Okay mom. Bye." She said, before hanging up. Chloe settled the phone back in the holder, but as soon as the phone left her grip it rang again. Chloe picked it up impatiently.
"Mom, I'm fine." Chloe said.
"Good to know, but I'm not mom." The voice said, the same caller from before.
"Who is this? Do I know you?"
"Who are you?" The voice retorted.
"You know my name, and my number. So who the fuck are you?"
"I want to talk, you don't have to act like a bitch because Hollie's with you."
"How... How do you know Hollie's with me?"
"You already told me, moron."
"Fuck off." She shouted, and threw the phone down onto the holder. Chloe began to tremble, which received a sarcastic look from Hollie.
"It's gotta be someone we know, stop being such a pussy!"
"But... He doesn't sound like someone we know."
"So? Look; next time he calls, give me the phone, okay?" Hollie turned back to the movie, as did Chloe. The phone rang again, and Hollie snatched it quickly.
"Hello?" She asked in a sugar-sweet voice and stood from the couch.
"Who is this?" The caller asked.
"This is Hollie, who is this?"
"It's a surprise."
"I hate surprises, so how about you tell me who the fuck you are now?" Hollie kept the very sweet and innocent voice, which angered the caller.
"You don't have to talk to me like that, I only want to chat."
"Maybe you should tell me who you are, I might want to talk then."
"I think you know me pretty well."
"Then tell me who you are."
"Not going to happen."
"Then I'll call the police and get you arrested for harassment."
"I just want some polite chit-chat, but I guess you just want me to cut to the chase... You're starring in my movie, now. Do as I say, and you'll have a good part." Suddenly, a loud crash came from upstairs, frightening both of the girls.
"Oh my God! It's him!" Chloe cried, clutching Hollie's shoulder.
"Was that you?" Hollie asked.
"Take a wild guess, or come up and find out!"
Hollie gave the phone to Chloe, at turned to the carpeted-staircase.
"What are you doing? Let's just call the police!" Chloe whispered.
"I'm going to see what it is. This isn't some horror movie..." Hollie said, and slowly walked up the stairs. Chloe waited in anticipation as Hollie reached the next floor. Chloe put the phone to her ear and heard the caller laughing quietly.
"Your friend is brave, but I don't think that will CUT it!" Chloe's frightened eyes widened as she heard the caller put the phone in their pocket.
"Hollie?" She yelled, but didn't get an answer. A loud thud was heard, and scraping across the floor, right above where Chloe was standing. Then the rustling of pipes, and the sound of a shower turning on. Chloe suddenly wondered that maybe Hollie was in on it, with someone they knew. Maybe Rachel? Aaron? Ollie? Sam? The whole shower-thing was a total giveaway, mirroring Psycho. Chloe relaxed as the thought came to mind.
Chloe walked up the stairs, still holding the phone. Steam was spreading through the space as Chloe walked towards to bathroom. Chloe was purposely being quiet so she would catch them out, and maybe scare them before they could scare her. The cheerleader stepped into the bathroom and stood watching the shower curtain, a shadow could be seen through it. Chloe grabbed the curtain, and slowly pulled it to one side. As her eyes rested on what was inside the shower, sickness and fear built up inside of her. The worst thing she had ever seen was right in front of her. Hollie.

She had blood dripping from her mouth, two large knife-wounds in her chest, and a long cut across her throat. Heavy black makeup was seeping down her face, making her look worse. Blood was covering the whole front of her torso, and her eyes were lifeless. Chloe almost screamed, but held a hand over her mouth. A silent voice could be heard, and Chloe's attention turned to the phone. She placed it to her ear.
"Nice, huh? Paying my respects to Pyscho."
"You bastard." Chloe whimpered.
"Really? You want that to be your last words?"
"Oh God! Please, please don't kill me. I'll do anything!" She begged.
"Too late. I'm already directing the next scene."
Chloe panicked, and ran towards the door. She threw herself out of the room and down the stairs, then found a hiding place between the TV and the wall. She watched the room with tearful eyes, and saw a figure running across the room. They wore some kind of costume, a black gown with a white ghost-mask. Chloe saw the knife in their hand, covered in Hollie's blood. A billion thoughts ran through Chloe's mind at once. She was going to die. Hollie was dead. A killer in her house. Her parents would be home soon. She was trapped. Chloe devised a plan when she apprehended she was still carrying the phone. She waited for the killer to run up the stairs, then put the phone down behind the TV, and quietly ran towards the back-door. She locked the door behind her and hid outside. The weather was cool, but still rather warm. Chloe backed into the bushes surrounding her backyard, and watched the inside of her house. She must have waited 2 minutes when the phone rang, and heard the killer tumble down the stairs. She watched through the door as the killer looked behind the TV, and picked up the phone. They threw it across the room, and searched through the house again. Chloe waited as the killer was out of sight, and ran across the yard. There she saw the tall, wooden gate which would lead her to the front, where she would run. Anywhere. She pulled at the handle, but the door was locked. She stressfully tugged at the door, but it wouldn't open. Chloe quickly turned behind her to make sure the killer wasn't there, and found the area to be clear. Chloe grabbed the top of the gate with her hands, and tried to pull herself up, but failed. She tried again, and still failed. She grabbed the door-handle, but felt a sharp pain in her back, which dug in deeper. She felt blood seep down her slim frame, and down her skinny legs. Chloe turned to the masked-killer, who stabbed her in the chest. Chloe gripped the killer, but fell to the floor. Letting out a quiet cry, she tried to crawl away. She felt a hand grab her by the back of the neck, and stab her in the back again. Feeling more blood-loss, Chloe became weaker. She pulled herself away from the killer, and slowly crawled away. The killer dragged her back inside the house, to which Chloe let out the loudest scream she possibly could...