AN-This story was written a while ago and was a fan fiction challenge based on a picture. If anyone is interested in seeing the pic just let me know in the review section and where I should send it. Although if you do want to see the picture I warn you, it will become obvious where the story is going. But whatever you decided I hope you all enjoy the story! =D

Terror in the Outfield

The faint sounds of footsteps and squeaking floorboards were the only noise in the cool night's air of the house. Slowly he made his way toward his victim's bedroom breathing hard as sweat glistened off his dark brow. The anticipation was taking such an overwhelming hold on his body that he could already taste her blood. Finally, he arrived at her bedroom door. Cautiously, so not to wake her, he turned the knob. Instantly, he could smell her sweet perfume that remained in the atmosphere. The small, overly furnished room allotted him to walk in and find her rather quickly, sprawled out on her king-sized bed. She was fast asleep yet he could see that it wasn't a peaceful sleep. Her long silky black hair was knotted up against the side of her head. She had a tormented expression on her face. He thought that 'maybe she knows.' However, that was no matter to him, he was hungry. There was no time to take pity on the weak. He opened his mouth wide, fangs dripping with his anticipation. He sat on her bed, engulfed her body with his, and leaned in closer to her neck. Just as he was about to sink his teeth into her . . .

"AHHHHHHH!" A loud scream echoed throughout the house, scaring the four people inside and interrupting the Vampire story Stephanie was telling.

"What the fuck was that?" Amy asked grabbing onto Matt's arm.

"AHHHH!" The scream was even louder, yet conspicuously shorter.

"I have no idea." Tiffany said with fear in her voice.

"Look people, don't let all this Halloween stuff get to you. Matt come with me and lets go see what's going on." Stephanie commanded, as she slid the candle, which was illuminating her face, out of the way.

"Huh no! I've seen enough scary movies to know that when we go and investigate that scream some deranged psycho will hack our asses into little pieces."

"Some hero you are Matt. I'll go with you Steph." Amy's attitude changed from fear to fighter, and she walked with Stephanie to the front of the house.

"The first scream sounded like it came from the back yard."

"Yeah, but the second sounded like it came from inside."

The two women were walking side by side making sure to look in all direction before they proceeded. Amy saw a rod iron candle holder on Steph's hallway table and grabbed it, just in case. They finally reached the living room that was adjacent to the front door. There was nothing.

"If this is someone's idea of a joke, it's not funny!" Stephanie yelled out into the darkened living room.

"AHHHHHHH!"

"It sounded like it came from the kitchen. I guess we better go see if we want the screaming to stop." Amy said as she let out a big sigh.

She led the way to the darkened kitchen with rod iron candleholder in hand. Steph was not too far behind. Both girls could hear each other's hearts pounding loud with perfect beat. The music of fear you could say. Amy made her way into the kitchen first and ran her hand down the side of the wall looking for the light switch.

"Hurry up!" Stephanie whispered impatiently.

"I'm trying! Don't bitch at me, this is after all your house!" Amy snapped back in a loud whisper.

"Wait I think I . . . " She found the light switch and flicked on the light. Nothing again.

"What is going on? I am really getting sick of these games." Stephanie remarked, heading back toward the entertainment room, where Matt and Tiffany were waiting.

"Hold on a second Steph. Look at that."

" What in the blue hell? It looks like . . . "

"Blood."

The girls cautiously made their way, arm and arm, toward the center island that took up most of the kitchen. Amy pointed out that it started at the entrance of the back door and disappeared behind the center island. The girls were standing in front of the kitchen island and knew all that was left was to see what the blood led to. Hearts beating, pluses racing, they knew what they had to do.

"You go first!" Steph said, shoving Amy.

"You're worse than Matt." Amy walked behind the center island, looked down, and her jaw dropped in horror at what she saw.

"Oh my God, Jenny! Honey speak to me!" This site brought tears to Amy's face had uncontrollable tears.

"Oh Jenny!" Stephanie saw her best friend slumped on the ground in a pool of blood.

"We need to call for help." Amy said.

"Hey we heard you girls crying." Matt yelled with Tiffany right behind him.

"What the hell happened to Jenny?" Matt said as he looked down at her lifeless body.

Tiffany also saw Jenny and ran to the sink to throw up. "Is she d-d-dead?" She asked lifting her head out of the sink.

"Why do I suddenly get the feeling that I'm in a cheap ass horror movie?" Stephanie asked no one in particular.

Before anyone could respond, someone wearing a long black gown and a skeleton like mask, which eerily resembled the killer from Scream, jumped out from behind the table with a knife in hand.

"This isn't supposed to happen to me." Matt wailed as he bolted out of the kitchen, with the girls following behind.