Set one year after the events of Scream 3
Ring Ring
Sidney adjusted her pyjama bottoms as she got up from the couch to answer the telephone. The shrill ringing echoed through the newly decorated living room. The walls were still unpainted, but the floor had been redone. Sidney was really starting to feel better and had just found out she was pregnant. She wouldn't tell Mark just yet, though.
"Hello?" Sidney asked politely, picking up the receiver.
"Hello." a man's voice replied.
"Yes?"
"Who is this?" he asked, the voice sounding gruff.
"Well, who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?" he asked.
"What number are you trying to reach?" Sidney said, becoming slightly uneasy.
"I don't know."
"Well, I think you have the wrong number."
"Do I?" the voice inquired.
"It happens. See you!" Sidney replaced the receiver and took a deep sigh.
She looked around the room and decided to start clearing away the tools that Mark had been using earlier. It was getting late, and she was beginning to wonder if Mark would be working late again or not.
Ring Ring
"Hello?" she inquired nicely.
"Sidney?" a woman's voice this time.
"Yes?" she replied, playing with her hair.
"Sidney Prescott?"
"Oh, it's Sidney Kincaid now, but yes, I'm Sidney. Who's calling?"
Sidney grunted as she heard instead of an answer, the dial tone. The person had hung up. She finished packing away the tools and put them in a cupboard in the hallway. She suddenly felt very hungry, so decided to make some supper.
'God knows when Mark'll be home.' she thought to herself, turning on the stove.
Ring Ring
"Hello?" Sydney asked, becoming a little frustrated at the number of phone calls she was receiving.
"Sidney?" it was Mark.
"Oh, thank God it's you," she replied smiling, "are you gonna have to work late again?"
"It looks that way, honey. Who would have thought working at Woodsboro Police Station would be so much work?"
"Well do you want me to fix you something for when you get back?"
"Alright, if it's not too much trouble," he replied happily, "I should be back in a couple of hours or so."
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart. Before you go, one other thing."
"Yeah?" Sidney asked, taking a box of macaroni and cheese from the freezer.
"What's your favourite scary movie?" the voice changed suddenly to that awful one that Sidney was so used to.
"Mark!?!" she shrieked, almost dropping the phone.
"Wrong answer!" the voice replied, snickering, "do you want to die tonight, Sidney?"
Sidney hung up the phone and bolted for the back door. Locking it, she ran for the front door and put the latch on the door.
Ring Ring
"Yes?"
"Scared yet, Sidney?" the voice laughed.
"You fucking bastard! I'm calling the police right now!"
She hung up the phone again but instead of 911, she dialled Dewey's own personal number, her fingers shaking. She looked out of the living room window, avoiding the paint cans on the floor as she entered the room. It was pitch black outside.
"Hello?" Dewey's voice asked.
"Dewey, its Sidney." She replied, her voice shaking.
"What's the matter?" he said, "you sound weird. Is everything alright?"
"No, some asshole is harassing me. Can you get a hold of Mark?" she asked.
"Mark's not here, Sidney. He left over an hour ago."
"What?"
"He's not here. Who's harassing you?"
"I don't know, some guy. I'm getting really freaked out."
"I'll be over with some of the boys right now."
"Thanks. So you have no idea where Mark could be?"
"No, sorry," Dewey answered, "I'll be over soon, alright?"
"Thanks Dewey. Bye."
"Goodbye, Sid."
Suddenly, a chair smashed through the living room window, striking Sidney in the face. Blood dripping down her face, she began screaming and ran into the hallway. Grabbing the phone, she began dialling, before realising that there was no dial tone.
"Jesus Christ!" she screamed, running for the front door. She opened it and escaped the house.
She ran on to the porch, still wearing her pyjamas and still carrying the telephone receiver in her hand.
"Oh!" she groaned, tripping and falling down the porch steps.
She stood up and dusted herself off, running for the front gate to wait for Dewey and the rest of the police. Before she reached the gate however, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, as she saw Mark's body hanging from the oak tree in the front yard.
She began to dial Dewey's number again, but was knocked off her feet. Trying to stand up, she felt a sharp pain in her side. She felt her stomach and realised that she was bleeding.
"Oh, God, oh God…." she began, as the dark figure held the now bloodied knife to her throat.
Picking up their voice changer, the figure began speaking to the mortally wounded Sidney.
"So," the voice said, "this is where it all ends for you, Sid."
"No, no, no…" she sobbed, clutching at her side as the knife was plunged into her chest again and again.
Coughing up blood, she continued sobbing, the tears mixing with the red liquid. She was powerless, the killer cackling as the knife slashed at her throat. As she coughed again, blood flowing from the throat wound, Sydney stopped moving.
The dark figure with the ghost mask began dragging Sidney's body to the tree to join her husband. Sirens blaring in the distance, the figure hung Sidney by a length of rope from the oak tree next to Mark's hanging corpse. He had been strangled, beaten and stabbed in the heart by the sick killer. As Dewey and the rest of the police appeared, the figure vanished into the darkness, leaving their carnage behind.
