Scream

It is a calm spring night. April 14, 1995. Woodsboro, California. Disaster is waiting to occur. 5:00 pm.

Maureen: I've been very lonely lately. My husband won't be back for 8 days and he will never find out and my daughter is at her friend's house.

Voice: I don't know I think it's wrong.

Maureen: Please Cotton, come over one last time and then we'll end it.

He thinks to himself.

Cotton Weary: (reluctantly) Fine but this is it Maureen I don't want Neil to find out about us.

Maureen: You will always be a better man than my husband. He's never even around. I'll have dinner ready at 7:30 so get here at 7.

Cotton: Will do.

He arrives and they have a splendid fish dinner with a side of baked potatoes and green beans.

11:00 pm

Cotton: Well this was a fantastic night (adjusting belt and tie. It is inferred that they just had sex)

Maureen: Ok you take care now sweet! (they embrace as cottons leaves and pulls out of the driveway.)

Maureen enters the house and realizes that Cotton left his jacket in her living room. Maureen thought to herself "it's too late to drive it over to him now. I'll give it to him tomorrow." And at that she went into the living room and turned on the television. She left the door unlocked for Sidney, her daughter so she could get in easily.

12:00 pm. About an hour later the door opened.

Maureen was sitting in the living room and assumed Sidney had just walked in. She went to go greet her daughter when she realized that it wasn't Sidney. The person was wearing a ski mask covering their face.

Maureen: who are you?

No sooner had the words left her mouth the person drew out a long, sharp knife. Maureen started running around the house unsure of what to do. She ran up to her room and locked the door. IT was no use the guy broke down her door effortlessly. Maureen huddled into the corner weeping. The person picked her up and through her onto the bed ripping her clothes off while strangling her. There was nothing she could do. Finally, the knife penetrated through her skin. Then Again! And again! And again! Until her body lay motionless. Her insides on the outside. Suddenly the garage door, went up. Sidney had arrived home. The person ran down the stairs and slipped Cotton's jacket on and walked out the door. Sidney thought to herself, "Why the heck is he here. And why was he in a hurry." She had only met him once and it was at the mall when she bumped into him by mistake. She walked in the door.

Sidney: Mom I'm home! Mom…

She went upstairs and almost passed out at the sight. Her mother's blood and gore had been splattered all across the bedroom. She let out a long high pitch scream.

April 12, 1996

Casey Becker: Hello

Voice: Hello

Casey: Yes

Voice: Who is this?

Casey: Who are you trying to reach?

Voice: What number is this?

Casey: What number are you trying to reach?

Voice: I don't know.

Casey: I think you have the wrong number?

Voice: Do I?

Casey: It happens. Take it easy.

She hangs up the phone and goes to put popcorn on the stove. The phone rings again.

Casey: Hello

Voice: I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.

Casey: So why did you dial it again?

Voice: To apologize.

Casey: You are forgiven. Bye now.

Voice: Wait, don't hang up.

Casey: Why?

Voice: I want to talk to you for a second?

Casey: They've got 900 numbers for that. Seeya.

She hangs up the phone. The popcorn is sizzling on the stove. The phone rings again.

Casey: Hello.

Voice: Why don't you want to talk to me?

Casey: Who is this?

Voice: You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.

Casey: (shakes the popcorn) I don't think so.

Voice: What's that noise?

Casey: Popcorn

Voice: You're making popcorn?

Casey: Uh huh.

Voice: I only eat popcorn at the movies.

Casey: I'm getting ready to watch a video.

Voice: Really? What?

Casey: Oh just some scary movie?

Voice: Do you like scary movies?

Casey: Uh huh.

Voice: What's your favorite scary movie?

Voice: You have to have a favorite what comes to mind?

Casey: Um… Halloween. You know, the one with the guy with the white mask that stalks the baby sitters. What's yours?

Voice: Guess.

Casey: Uh… Nightmare On Elm Street.

Voice: Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?

Casey: Yah Freddy Krueger.

Voice: Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.

Casey: The first one was, but the rest sucked.

Voice: So, you gotta boyfriend?

Casey: Why? You wanna aske me on a date?

Voice: Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

Casey: No.

Voice: You never told me your name.

Casey: Why do you want to know my name?

Voice: Because I want to know who I'm looking at.

Casey: What did you say?

Voice: I want to know who I'm talking to.

Casey: That's not what you said.

Voice: What do you think I said?

Casey checks outside and sees nothing. Nobody is there.

Voice: What? Hello?

Casey: I gotta go.

Voice: Wait. I thought we were gonna go out.

Casey: I don't think so.

Voice: Don't hang up on me.

Of course she hangs up on him and goes to check on the popcorn when the phone rings again.

Casey: (to herself) Shit. Yes?

Voice: I told you not to hang up on me.

Casey: What do you want?

Voice: To talk.

Casey: Dial someone else, okay?

She hangs up the phone once again only for it to ring five seconds later.

Casey: Listen, asshole…

Voice: No you listen you little bitch. If you hang up on me again I'll gut you like a fish. Understand?

Casey: Is this some kind of joke?

Voice: More of a game really. Can you handle that? Blondie!

She goes to lock the door.

Voice: Can you see me?

Casey: I'm two seconds from calling the police.

Voice: They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere.

Casey: What do you want?

Voice: To see what your insides look like!

She hangs up the phone and the doorbell rings.

Casey: Who's there? I said who's there? That's it I'm calling the police.

The phone rings.

Voice: You should never say "Who's there?". It's a death wish.

Casey: Look, enough is enough. You had your fun now you better leave me alone or else.

Voice: Or else what?

Casey: My boyfriend will be here any second and he'll be pissed with you I swear.

Voice: I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.

Casey: I lied. I do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any second and your ass better be gone.

Voice: I'm getting scared and sinking in my boots.

Casey: He's big and he plays football and he'll kick the shit out of you.

Voice: I'm getting scared and sinking in my boots.

Casey: So you better just leave.

Voice: His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?

Casey: How do you know his name?

Voice: Turn on the patio lights… again.

She sees his body tied to the chair and duct tape on his mouth.

Casey: Oh god.

Her hand moves to unlock the door.

Voice: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Casey: Where are you?

Voice: Guess.

Casey: Please don't hurt him.

Voice: That all depends on you.

Casey: Why are you doing this?

Voice: I wanna play a game.

Casey: No!

Voice: Then he dies right now.

Casey: No!

Voice: Which is it?

Casey: What kind of game?

Voice: Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game. Just do it.

Casey backs up into a wall behind her TV.

Voice: Here's how we play. I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives. Very Simple.

Casey: No Please.

Voice: Come on. It'll be fun. It's an easy category, movie trivia.

Casey: No please.

Voice: I'll even give you a warm up question.

Casey: Don't do this I can't.

Voice: Name the killer in Halloween.

Casey pauses and wimpers a little bit. Finally:

Casey: Michael… Michael Myers.

Voice: Yes! Very good. Now for the real question.

Casey: No!

Voice: But you're doing so well. We can't stop now. Name the killer in Friday the 13th.

Casey: Jason! It was Jason!

Voice: I'm sorry that's the wrong answer.

Casey: No it's not. It was Jason.

Voiced: Afraid not. No way.

Casey: Yes it was I saw that movie 20 god damn times.

Voice: Then you should it was Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees who was the original killer. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer.

Casey: You tricked me.

Voice: Lucky for you there's a bonus round. But poor Steve. I'm afraid he's out.

This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen...to the glass

doors. She flips on the porch lights to see Steve completely gutted from end to end. Casey then goes into complete hysteria.

Voice: Ready for the final question?

Casey: Please leave me alone.

Voice: Answer correctly and I will. What door am I at? Your call.

Suddenly a chair flies through the porch window. Casey races back to the kitchen and picks up a knife and heads outside. The man on the phone is revealed to be wearing a long black robe with a pale white face with long solemn black eyes and a long black mouth. The killer is searching through the house. Casey notices that her parents are arriving home. Crash, he comes through the window tackling Casey. But, she kicks him off of her, right in the crotch. He falls back on his back unable to get up at the moment. Casey's parents arrive home.

Casey: Mom there's a killer on the loose. He killed Steve.

Mrs. Becker: What?

Casey: He's over by the pool. I hurt the guy though he's lying on the ground.

Mr. Becker: Show me Casey.

They go to the backyard to find… NOTHING!

Casey: (crying) he must of gotten away.

Mr. Becker: We'll call the police right now. Oh I'm so sorry we weren't home.

As he holds his daughter close to him, a loud blood curdling Scream is heard across the house. Casey and her dad run over to Mrs. Becker. I long graphic shot of Steve is seen. And then BLANK.

So that was my first chapter. I know a lot of it is right from the original but I told you things weren't going to go exactly the same way. So Casey lives. Please Comment and Review and I will have the next chapter ready shortly. I have lots of homework!