Ghostface & Freddy Kruger

Kruger sat in his boiler room. He was busy sharpening his dagger like fingers and wiggled his fingers smirking, As a test he got up and walked past the pipes on his left and heard a nail on the chalkboard noise but a million times as worse and ominous. He smirked and bent his fingers on final time before being satisfied, "Time to go pay a visit to the children of Woodsboro..Maybe even visit Sidney's precious cousin. Jill. Roberts." He cackled his psychotic laugh and slashed through a picture of Jill that he had on a dart board before fading away and traveling to Woodsboro California. Woodsboro was a peaceful town. It had been ten years since they saw the dreadful Ghostface. It had been peaceful. No more curfews. No more calls from a bone chilling voice asking you, "What's your favorite scary movie?" It was back to the way it was.