Friends that Scream Chapter one
"Hello? Is anyone home?" a tall man with dark hair shouted into his friends apartment. "Monica? Rachel?" He knew that Ross wasn't there because he had to give a lecture at NYU that night. Joey also wasn't there because he had an audition. "Phoebe?" Still no one answered. It was weird that no one was there on a Wednesday night at seven.
He and five of his friends always hung out at that apartment. It was Monica and Rachel's. Everyone hung out there before they went to work and when they got back from work. He sat down on the couch just as the phone began to ring. He reached over and grabbed it.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Monica's voice came through the receiver, "Rach, Phoebe, and I went shopping. We'll be done soon, so I'll be home in like an hour to cook dinner. Okay?"
"Okay, I'll tell Joey and Ross if they get here before you do."
"Okay" Monica replied.
"Have fun shopping."
"I will. See ya soon. Love you."
"Love you too." He hung up the phone and turned on the TV. So that explained where everyone was. A couple minutes later the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me again." Monica said.
"Hey Mon"
"I just wanted to tell you not to eat the left-over lasagna and don't let Joey eat it either."
"Okay."
"Make sure he doesn't. Guard it with your life. I'm supposed to bring it in to work tomorrow."
"Okay, I promise I'll guard it with my life."
"Just keep you eye on him." Monica continued.
"I will. Okay, buh-bye Mon." With that he hung up. The phone rang again almost immediately after he hung up.
"Mon, I won't let Joey eat the lasagna!" He exclaimed exasperated.
"Who's Mon?" came a creepy voice through the phone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were my girlfriend."
"That's okay,"
"Well Rach and Monica aren't here right now, so can I take a message?"
"Who is this?" The creepy voice asked.
"Who is this? Look, if you want to talk to Mon or Rachel call back in about an hour."
"What if I want to talk to you?"
"Why would you want to talk to me?"
"You look like a nice enough guy."
"What did you say?" By now the man was really freaked out.
"Nothing" was the creepy reply.
"Seriously what did you say?"
"What's your favorite scary movie?" The voice changed the subject.
"I don't watch scary movies. I like comedies."
" Oh well too bad. For this game you need to watch scary movies."
"What game?"
"Let's just say if you answer the question correctly you live. If you answer wrong you die."
"What's going on?" The man asked.
"It's just a game."
"Who are you?"
"Here's the question: Who was the killer in Friday the Thirteenth?"
"I don't know! I told you I don't watch scary movies!"
"Wrong answer." Then the creepy voice hung up the phone.
The man ran to the door and locked it. The door started to shake and the doorknob started to rattle. He slowly backed away and grabbed the phone. He was about to start dialing when he heard a crash behind him. He turned around and saw that the window to the balcony was busted open. He quickly dialed 911 as he looked around the apartment. "Hello? 911 what is your emergency?"
Before he could answer, the phone was knocked out of his hand. He spun around and came face to face with some one wearing a black cape and white ghost face mask. The masked man pulled out a knife and held it up like he was about to stab the man. The man turned around and tried to run, but the masked man grabbed his leg, which made him fall and hit his head on the coffee table. He was out cold when ghost face plunged the knife into him three times.
The end of chapter one. Please review!!
"Hello? Is anyone home?" a tall man with dark hair shouted into his friends apartment. "Monica? Rachel?" He knew that Ross wasn't there because he had to give a lecture at NYU that night. Joey also wasn't there because he had an audition. "Phoebe?" Still no one answered. It was weird that no one was there on a Wednesday night at seven.
He and five of his friends always hung out at that apartment. It was Monica and Rachel's. Everyone hung out there before they went to work and when they got back from work. He sat down on the couch just as the phone began to ring. He reached over and grabbed it.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Monica's voice came through the receiver, "Rach, Phoebe, and I went shopping. We'll be done soon, so I'll be home in like an hour to cook dinner. Okay?"
"Okay, I'll tell Joey and Ross if they get here before you do."
"Okay" Monica replied.
"Have fun shopping."
"I will. See ya soon. Love you."
"Love you too." He hung up the phone and turned on the TV. So that explained where everyone was. A couple minutes later the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me again." Monica said.
"Hey Mon"
"I just wanted to tell you not to eat the left-over lasagna and don't let Joey eat it either."
"Okay."
"Make sure he doesn't. Guard it with your life. I'm supposed to bring it in to work tomorrow."
"Okay, I promise I'll guard it with my life."
"Just keep you eye on him." Monica continued.
"I will. Okay, buh-bye Mon." With that he hung up. The phone rang again almost immediately after he hung up.
"Mon, I won't let Joey eat the lasagna!" He exclaimed exasperated.
"Who's Mon?" came a creepy voice through the phone.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were my girlfriend."
"That's okay,"
"Well Rach and Monica aren't here right now, so can I take a message?"
"Who is this?" The creepy voice asked.
"Who is this? Look, if you want to talk to Mon or Rachel call back in about an hour."
"What if I want to talk to you?"
"Why would you want to talk to me?"
"You look like a nice enough guy."
"What did you say?" By now the man was really freaked out.
"Nothing" was the creepy reply.
"Seriously what did you say?"
"What's your favorite scary movie?" The voice changed the subject.
"I don't watch scary movies. I like comedies."
" Oh well too bad. For this game you need to watch scary movies."
"What game?"
"Let's just say if you answer the question correctly you live. If you answer wrong you die."
"What's going on?" The man asked.
"It's just a game."
"Who are you?"
"Here's the question: Who was the killer in Friday the Thirteenth?"
"I don't know! I told you I don't watch scary movies!"
"Wrong answer." Then the creepy voice hung up the phone.
The man ran to the door and locked it. The door started to shake and the doorknob started to rattle. He slowly backed away and grabbed the phone. He was about to start dialing when he heard a crash behind him. He turned around and saw that the window to the balcony was busted open. He quickly dialed 911 as he looked around the apartment. "Hello? 911 what is your emergency?"
Before he could answer, the phone was knocked out of his hand. He spun around and came face to face with some one wearing a black cape and white ghost face mask. The masked man pulled out a knife and held it up like he was about to stab the man. The man turned around and tried to run, but the masked man grabbed his leg, which made him fall and hit his head on the coffee table. He was out cold when ghost face plunged the knife into him three times.
The end of chapter one. Please review!!