A/N: Here's a trailer for my new fic; I'll update the uninvited soon. It's sorta based on When a Stranger Calls, but different…you'll see. For instance she's not babysitting anyone, but she is alone in a huge house. And the stalker guy is different. And I have the first chapter of this written already; maybe I'll post later tonight.
Bold is voice, italics are actions, regular is dialogue.
It was supposed to be a quiet night…
Gabriella and her mother driving in a car.
Gabriella: Mom, I really don't see why I have to come with you. You're just going to leave me alone in the house anyway.
Ms. Montez: (disappointed) You know why, Gabriella.
Gabriella rolls her eyes, leaning her head against the window.
Changes to Gabriella and Ms. Montez standing inside the house, with Aunt Marcy and Uncle Jerry.
Marcy: the security system is quite simple, you just enter the correct code and then it's set.
Gabriella nods, and then watches them walk out the door.
But what she was going to get…
Gabriella reading a book on the couch, while the phone rings. She reaches over and picks it up.
Gabriella: Hello?
Was quite the opposite.
Voice on phone: (heavy breathing; scratchy reception) I…see…you
Gabriella's eyes widen, and then she hangs up the phone quickly. She looks around her nervously.
Changes to her in the kitchen, going through the fridge
Gabriella: (mumbling) Where is the ketchup?
Phone rings, Gabriella slowly switches her gaze to the phone, and then picks it up.
Gabriella: (quietly) Hello?
Voice: (whisper) Behind the soda…the ketchup
Gabriella reaches slowly into the fridge, moves the soda bottle and sees the ketchup behind it. She drops the phone, running to the window and shutting all the blinds and curtains.
What would you do…
Gabriella on the phone with Troy.
Troy: (concerned) Gabriella are you okay? You seem kind of…anxious.
Gabriella looking around the room nervously.
Gabriella: (taking quick, nervous breaths) Yeah…I'm fine…
Troy: Are you sure? You don't sound it. Do you want me to stop by for awhile?
Suddenly a crash is heard from upstairs. Gabriella looks up quickly.
Gabriella: (whispers) Oh my God…
Gabriella hangs up phone
If you were alone…
Gabriella pacing back in forth in the living room
Gabriella: I'm okay…everything is fine..
Helpless…?
Gabriella backs up slowly away from a figure
You experience the wrath on a fatal Friday…
Gabriella turns slowly around, as a figure appears, she screams.
Coming Soon.
A/N: Please review! I have the first chapter written, so maybe I'll post tonight if I get a decent amount of reviews! So, please review! Thanks!