1. The Game
Casey Becker alway loved horror movies. Regularly she watched horror movies, once...tywice a week. Tonight she was watching one with her boyfriend who would arrive anytime soon.
I Sidney Prescott hadn't known her well, an occasional "hello". But nothing more than that. But after the night she died, I would nver forget her name.
Casey got ready for the movie like any other night. She put popcorn on the stove and waited for it to cook. Then suddenly the phone rang, she hoped it wasn't her boyfriend canceling on her.
"Hello," she said.
A deep males voice answered, "Hello," the voice was a little creepy, "Who is this."
"Who are you calling for," Casey asked, wondering who was calling.
"What number is this," he asked.
"What number are you trying to reach," she asked, hoping for an answer.
For a short time no answer came.
"You must have the wrong number, it happens. Take it easy," Casey said and hung up.
She went to check on the popcorn but was stopped by the phone. It was ringing again. Casey picked it up and answered.
"Hello," she said.
"I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number," the voice said.
"Then why did you dial it again," Casey asked with a little giggle.
"I wanted to apolagize," the voice said.
"Well you're forgiven. Goodbye now," she said and almost hung up but the voice intterupted.
"Wait, I want to talk," the voice said.
"They've got nine-hundred numbers for that. Ok bye," Casey said and hung up.
Finally she could look and see how the popcorn was going. When she checked the popcorn it look allright, so she went and got some salt and a bowl.
Then the phone rang.
"Hello," she said.
"Why don't you want to talk to me?" the voice asked.
"Who is this?" Casey asked.
"You tell me your name I'll tell you mine," the voice explained.
"I don't think so," Casey said.
"What's that sound," the voice asked as Casey shuffled the popcorn.
"Popcorn!" she exclaimed gleefully.
"I only eat popcorn at the movies," the voice said.
"Well I'm getting ready to watch a scary movie," Casey explained.
"I like scary movies. What's your favourite?" the voice asked.
"Um...Halloween!" Casey exclaimed, "YOu know the one where the guy stalks the baby-sitters."
"Yeah, that was a good movie," the voice said, "Guess what mine is."
"Um...let me see. Nightmare on Elm Street?" Casey asked.
"Is that the one with the guy with nives for hands?" the voice asked.
"You mean freddy," Casey exclaimed.
"Yeah thaat's the one. I liked that movie," the voice exclaimed.
Casey walked into the living room, getting ready to set up the television.
"So do you have a boyfriend," the voice asked.
"Why do you want to asked me out on a date," Casey asked.
"Well do you have a boyfriend," the voice repeated.
"No," she replied.
"You know you never told me your name," the voice exclaimed.
"Why do you want to know my name," Casey asked.
"Because I want to know who I'm looking at,' the voice said.
"That's not what you said. Listen I have to go known," Casey said and then hung up the phone.
"She began to walk to get the popcorn finished but before she made it to the kitchen, the phone rang.
"Yes," Casey answered bitterly. Shge had grown tired of hte little prank.
"YOu shouldn't have hung up on me," said the voice.
"Look what do you want," Casey asked.
"To talk to you," the voice replied.
"Well dial someone else," Casey snapped. She hung up and walked into the kitchen. Then the phone rang by now Casey was pretty frustrated with the caller.
"Shit!" Casey mumbled.
"Listen asshole I-," but casey was cut off by the voice on the other end.
"No you listen, if you hang up on me again I'll cut you like a fish," the voice threatened.
"Is this some kind of joke?" asked Casey.
"More of a game really," the deep voice said, "Can you handle that...blondie."
Casey quickly began running down the hallway locking the patio lights on her way past. Then she locked the front door, begining to stare outside the window. there didn't appear to be anyone outside. as far as she could see.
"Can you see me," the voice asked.
"Listen, I am...two seconds away from calling the police," Casey exclaimed.
"They'd never make it in time," said the voice, "We're out in the middle of nowhere."
"What do you want," Casey asked, tears dripping all over her face,
"To see what your insides look like," the voice exclaimed.
"Casey didn't hang up the phone, instead she just took it away from her ear. She began to walk away from the window, but the door bell rang.
"Ahhhh! Who's there," she stuttered out, her hear pounding.
Then the phone in her hand rung. The guy on the other end must have hung up before.
"You should never say 'who's there,' it's a death wish," said the voice, "You might as well come out here to investigate a stange wish or something."
"Look, you've had your find so you'd better leave or else," Casey cried out.
"Or else what?" the voice asked.
"Or else my boyfiend will be here soon and he'll be pissed when he find out," Casey said.
"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend," the voice exclaimed.
"I lied! I do have a boyfriend," Casey explained, "He'll be here any second."
"Sure," the voice said sarcasticly.
"I swear," Casey screamed, "He's big and he plays football and he'll kick the shit out of you."
Ooooh, I'm scared," the voice said," I'm shaking in my boots. hIs name wouldn't be Steve, would it?"
"How do you know his name?" Casey asked.
"Turn on the patio lights," the voice said.
"Casey, crying all her body water away, walked over and turned on the lights. Outside was her boyfriend Steve, tied up to a chair.
"Oh god," screamed Casey. She unlocked the door but then she realised that the voice could be outside and waitiung for her.
"Look, what do you want with Steve and I," Casey asked.
"I want to play a game. It's simple," the voice explained, "You'll answer questions, guess them right and you live. You get them wrong and well..."
"No...no please," the voice said.
Casey turned off the porch lights and went to hide behind hte television.
"We'll have a practice question, "said the voice, "Name the killer in Halloween. Come on it's your favourite scary movie."
"Please no," Casey begged, "Ok, Michael!."
"Yes, good. Now next question, name the killer in Friday the Thirteenth," said the voice.
"Jason!" Casey answered.
"Wrong! No way, the original killer was Jason's mother," the voice, Jason didn't show up until the sequel."
"You tricked me," Casey cried in the phone.
"Poor steve, I'm sorry but he's out! Luckily for you there's a bonus round," said the voice.
Casey got up and turned on the patio lights. Outside Steve was dead in his char. He was gutted, all his inside on the outside, all over the ground and seat.
"Hay, we're no finished here," said hte voice, "Last question. Which door am I at."
"Please no," Casey said.
"Your call," the voice said. One of hte pool chairs smashed through the glass door. Casey ran to the other back door. She slowly went and opened the door. Casey jumped outside, hesitating before she closed the door.
Casey took a peek inside through a window. She saw someone in a black suit run past. She knew this was her only chance of escape. So Casey got on all fours and began crawling. Just as she was almost on the otherside of the house, Casey took a look through the window.
Someone in a black robe with a ghostface halloween mask turned around a look straight at her. he jumped out and grabbed her. She luckily got up and ran. But the got closer to her and stabbed her deep in the chest.
The man pushed her down and started strangling her. She flt like hse was going ot die then and there. But something caught her ears. The sould of a cars wheels getting closer. Casey kicked the man in the crotch (hoping it was a man).
Casey ran for it, her parents were steps away from the door.
"Mom," Casey said, she couldn't talk so no one heard her. The man pushed her down and started stabbing her. Casey, before she died took off the mask of her killer.
The Beckers walked inside ot find hte hous full of smoke. The kitchen was on fire.
"Casey, Casey!" Mrs Becker called. There was no answer.
"Go over to the McEnczies I'll call the police," commanded Mr. Becker. Mrs. Becker didn't answer she walked over to the phone and picked it up the phone, getting ready to dial the police. But she could hear something.
"Casey, baby," Mrs Becker said. All she could hear was someone being dragged. Then the phone went dead. Mrs. Becker walked outside and got no further than the edge of the front patio. Casey was found hanging from a tree, she was gutted and everything was hanging out.
"Ahhhhh!" Mrs. Becker screamed her lungs out.