Hi guys, I've been in a mood where I randomly starting craving for horror/slasher movies. I have no idea why ((creepy much?)) So I watched the Scream movies. They aren't really that horrifying or scary to me but they're good. And then I got plot bunnies that refused to go away and I NEEDED to write this.

Well, obviously there is going to be suspense, scary moments and BLOOD, can't stomach that then don't read ((but then again how can you be afraid to read a slasher fic when the movies are scarier?))

Well quick summary if you hadn't seen Scream, you don't have to since no character besides Ghostface makes an appearance but just a little background. Okay, a serial murderer is going around killing and wears a ghost costumes, the ones you seen the most often in Halloween stores, thus he is named 'Ghostface' Everyone knows what that mask looks like right? That's all you really need to know so yeah

Enjoy, I hope it's alright, I suck at horror genre.

Prologue

The phone rang, breaking the silence in the Mouri Detective Agency.

Ran looked up from her book and sighed. Otou-san was out gambling…..again and Conan said he was going to go out and do something at the professor's.

"Alright, I'm coming." She muttered, dropping her book on the coffee table and walked over to her father's office desk.

"Moshi moshi? Mouri Detective Agency, if there's a case that you need to consult us with, please allow me to take a message." She said automatically.

"Hello?" She frowned at the other voice, it didn't sound all that human.

"Yes?" She replied, trying to hide her uneasiness.

"Who is this?" The voice said and her frown grew deeper. The voice was rough and somewhat creepy. She suddenly felt scared in the all too quiet apartment.

"Mouri Kogoro's daughter, he's not in right now, I could take a case for you and inform him when he gets back." She glanced down at the small box on the phone and gulped silently when she saw the characters: Number Unavailable

"….Yes I do have a case for him." The voice said.

"Y-yes?" She took out a notepad and pen, squinting in the faint moonlight. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights.

"The case of his own daughter's murder."

She flinched in shock and dropped the pen with a shaking hand.

"W-what?" She stammered out and nearly dropped the phone next. The voice chuckled and she unconsciously looked around the dark office.

"I said the case of my daughter's murder." The voice continued.

"That's not what you said before." She said sharply and took a deep breath shakily.

"Is it?"

She heard a thud in the room and shrieked, jumping up, knocking her father's chair onto the floor.

"Something the matter?"

"Who are you?" She swallowed and picked the chair up back into its original position.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Answer my question!" She nearly screamed in frustration.

"Your director"

"What?" She whispered, looking around again; sweat beginning to run down her forehead.

"The director of this horror film, and lucky you Mouri Ran, you're the star."

"This isn't funny, I'm hanging up." She hissed and began to pull the phone away from her ear when the next sentence reached her.

"You hang up and you're fired!"

"Fired?"

"Fired from your life!"

Her breath hitched and she slammed the phone back onto its handle.

"Calm down, Ran, it's only a prank call. I-I shouldn't get scared over this." She whispered to herself.

She looked around again in paranoia before making a beeline towards the office door.

A phone rang and she screamed with a jump. Her jeans pockets vibrated and she reached in and pulled out her cell phone.

The words, unidentified number made her shiver and she flipped it open and put it to her ear.

"M-moshi, moshi?"

"You're fired."

Before she could reply something went through office door window and she moved to the side with a yelp. A knife was stuck through the door.

The knife disappeared and the door slammed open and she backed away instinctively.

What she saw made her heart stop.

A figure bursted in and she whimpered. It was wearing a black cloak with tattered edges, it turned its head and all she saw was the white pearly color of a mask, twisted into an expression of a person screaming. What scared her the most was the small, curved silver knife the figure was holding in gloved hands.

It moved.

She ran.

The figure charged towards her, knife in position. She threw herself back with a determined look. She tried to kick it in the face but the figure dodged, lashing out.

The knife caught Ran's ankle and she hissed in pain, throwing herself to the ground as another stab movement came.

She rolled away just in time as the figure stabbed the ground she was lying on seconds ago.

Ran got up and ran for the door, the figure close by. She turned her head and picked up the vase from near the door and flung it at the figure with accuracy. The vase made its mark on the cloaked shadow's head. It stopped momentarily to brush away broken pieces and Ran was out the door.

She headed for the stairs leading to the streets, if she made it there, she would be saved!

The karate champion had made it down one step when a gloved hand yanked her hair and covered her mouth so she couldn't scream. It let go of her hair and wrapped an arm around her waist and arms, preventing her from lashing out.

She struggled with the figure as it pulled her back up the stairs and continued going up until they were at the third floor.

She pulled an arm free and jabbed the figure's stomach, earning a grunt.

She pulled away and made a dash for the door and shrieked softly when the figure grabbed her leg.

She fell, but at the same time, wrapped her other leg around the figure, tripping it too. They both went tumbling down the steps, earning bumps and bruises as they did.

She immediately tried to get off the figure and an arm grabbed hers and her back smacked against a step. She groaned in pain but continued trying.

The figure grabbed her hair again and she let out a grunt and tried to kick the figure and froze when a burning pain spread from her leg. She turned around and saw the knife embedded into her thigh and tried to scream, but the gloved hand was on her face again. It let go of her hair and went to retrieve the knife.

She took that moment to kick out with her other leg and shrieked softly and the knife was yanked out in the process. She crawled up the stairs as quickly as she could with her leg streaming red liquid.

She got to the top and pushed herself into the apartment door and stood unsteadily. She turned her head to see the figure walking up the steps leisurely, the mask as terrifying as before, staring at her with the hollow black eyes.

She grunted and limped into the room, trying to close and lock the door.

It slammed all the way open before she could and she ran as fast as she could to get away from it.

"NO!" Ran yelled as the figure ran towards her. She threw a few chairs at the figure, each hitting but not hindering it.

She limped away again and cried when she was pulled to the ground again. She tried her best to use the skills that had been drilled into her mind since she began karate but none of them hit its target, it's like the figure has memorized her attacks and dodged them with ease.

She couldn't contain a scream as the knife was stabbed into her gut, but the figure had already clamped a hand down on her mouth.

It pulled the knife out and stabbed again, this time the middle of her rib cage.

Blood was spewing out like crazy now and all Ran saw was red and the white mask staring down at her. The expressional mask, the face of her to be murderer. Her chest ached with fire.

Another stab came again and this time in her lungs, she was choking now. The iron was all she could taste.

She felt herself slip away at the same time, her body drowning in blood. She had one last thought on her mind before blacking out.

Shinichi…..

Um…yeah…so gross and sick. I feel terrible. Um…hoped it was okay? I mean seirously I don't even hate Ran. She's one of my favorite characters.

Please review for I am sick to my stomach right now and it'll be the medicine to cure me.