Chapter 1
The rain splashed against the window. Lightning struck and the thunder echoed through the small house. A tall blonde girl walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed an apple and shut the door. She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, turning on the television at the same time. The classic Stab movie was on. The girl smiled. She loved the movie, much like many people in her hometown of Woodsboro. The phone rang and she paused the DVR. She grabbed the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"Hello."
She rolled her eyes and silently laughed to herself. Of course…a Stab impersonator. She replied, "Nice try, but the Stab films don't scare me. When you've seen it a million and one times, the voice kind of dies down."
"Well maybe it would be scarier if this wasn't a prank."
"Oh really? Well I'm just down-right scared now," her voiced laced with sarcasm.
He replied, "It won't be that funny when I slowly slice you open and hang you from a tree to let everyone see."
Her heart skipped a beat. She got up and walked to the door. She looked out the peek hole and saw nothing but darkness. She said, "Fuck you, douche bag! I'm hanging up."
"Hang up on me and I will cut you up even slower!"
She hung up the phone and walked to the counter. She grabbed the keys and ran back to the door. She looked out once more. The phone rang and she jumped.
"You wouldn't try running, now would you Baylee?"
Her eyes widened. "How do you know my name?"
"Oh does that really matter when your life is on the line? Now listen to me carefully and follow my every direction, and just maybe I will let you live."
A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. She asked, "What do you want me to do first?
"We're gonna play a little game. If you answer the questions right, then you live. If you don't, then you die. Simple. First question. What is the 1976 classic about the antichrist?"
"The Omen!" she shouted.
The killer retorted, "Very nice. Next question. In the cult classic, The Evil Dead, what the Nyturan Demonta?"
"I-I don't know, just please stop! Leave me alone! Please!" she cried.
There was a pause before he said, "Your call."
Baylee looked around, watching for him to pop up from somewhere. The lights went out. Baylee jumped and twirled around. She saw nothing but darkness. She gulped and slowly unlocked the door. She opened it slowly and peeked out. Ghostface stood there and kicked the door open. She hit the mirror behind her, making the glass shatter all around her. She sunk to the floor and looked up at the unreal killer standing before her. He knelt down and moved a piece of hair from her eye with the knife. She kicked him in the chest and ran to the staircase. She ran up and down the hall. She ran into her room and slammed the door shut. She locked it and moved the dresser in front of it.
She looked around for somewhere to hide. The killer pounded on the door. She screamed, "Leave me alone!"
She ran over to the window and opened it. She ran back to her bed and crawled under it. The door started busting open. The killer shoved the door open just enough for him to get in. He scooted past the dresser and stopped in the center of the room. He slowly walked over to the window and looked out. He crawled out and stood outside the window searching for her. This was her only chance to escape.
Baylee silently crawled out from under the bed. She looked over at the killer and tip-toed over to the dresser. She slipped past it and was almost out when her pant leg got caught on the end of the dresser. She kicked the dresser and the killer looked at her. He jumped down from the window and walked over to her. She tugged on her jeans, helplessly trying to get them off the dresser. The killer stood at the dresser, staring at her. She looked up at him, tears falling from her eyes. He shoved the dresser into the doorframe, snapping her leg. She screamed in agony. The killer pulled the dresser away. Her bone was partially sticking out of her shin. Blood seeped down her pant leg.
She crawled towards the staircase. The killer grabbed her broken leg and pulled her back to him. She screamed and kicked at him with her good leg. He picked her up by the front of her shirt and shoved her into the banister of the staircase that overlooked the first floor. It cracked a little as she fell to the ground. He picked her up again and shoved her even harder into it. The banister broke and she fell backwards to the first floor. She hit the floor and everything went fuzzy for a moment. She looked around and saw the killer slowly walking down the stairs towards her, knife in hand.
She crawled to the open door and she could still see cars driving past. Someone had to hear her. She looked back and saw Ghostface standing over her. She screamed for help as a car drove past. Ghostface shut the door and turned her onto her back. He shoved the knife into her side and twisted it. She screamed as blood exited the wound. He yanked the blood from her side and stabbed her in the stomach. She screamed and cried as she helplessly laid there, gagging on her own blood.
He ripped open her stomach and shoved his gloved hand into her stomach. Everything started going black. She pleaded, "Please…stop."
He looked at her and cocked his head to the side. He tilted her head up with the bloody knife. He slowly slit her neck as blood spilled out from the wound. Her eyes flittered shut and her body fell limp.
