A/N: Just real quick here guys. This is my first FF! I just wanted to thank KnowMyNameNotMyStory for helping me with this. If you haven't read any of her stories, you should check her out. She's an amazing writer! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or the "Scream" franchise.

"When are you going to get here?" Hayley barked into her phone, slightly annoyed.

"I'm almost there. I have to walk there, remember?" The blonde girl on the other end replied.

"Ugh, Tara. Why didn't you just get a ride from your dad?"

"He's out of town remember? My parents have had this vacation planned for months. Why couldn't you give me a ride?" Tara stated.

"Well I would have, but my mom is visiting her sister and my dad is staying late at work." Hayley said, laying down on her couch, twirling her hair.

"It's open this late? Why don't we go to the Karaoke Dokie instead?"

"It isn't open. He had some paperwork to fill out or something, I wasn't really listening to him. I don't care anyway."

"Boooooring!"

"Yeah, tell me about it. It's getting pretty late, you better hurry up."

"I'm walking remember? I can tell. I'm a couple of blocks away. Besides, I'd rather take a late night walk over to your house than be alone in mine.."

"Whatever. Just hurry." Hayley said, hanging up.

Might as well see what's on TV, she thought to herself. Hayley just started flipping through channels when she heard a noise upstairs. She slowly got up from the couch, inching her way to the stairs.

"Hello? Who's up there?" Hayley called out, joking around with herself.

Her smile was quickly wiped away when she heard another noise, this time much louder.

"Okay, this isn't funny, who's up ther-" She jumped, startled by her loud ring tone. She answered it, even though the caller ID indicated it was coming from a blocked number.

"Hello? Who's this?" She questioned.

"Who's this?" A deep, raspy voice on the other end answered back.

"Well, who are you trying to reach?"

"I'm trying to reach you."

"Very funny. Wait, is this Beck?! I knew you would come around! I was starting to think you never read my messages. Finally got rid of that ganky goth huh? What's with your voice? Are you sick?" Hayley quizzed, starting to smile as her dreams were coming true.

"Who's Beck?"

Hayley stood there stunned, her smile slowly faded away.

"You're not Beck?"

"Do I sound like a 'Beck' to you?" The voice responded sarcastically.

"T-Then... who is this?" Hayley managed to stutter out.

"Call me your director. You're going to be in a movie. My movie." The voice stated, matter-of-factually.

"What are you talking about? This isn't funny!" Hayley cried out.

"It's not supposed to be a comedy. This is a horror film."

"You're crazy! This is not a movie!"

"Oh, but it will be."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see soon enough."

"Whatever creep! I'm hanging up!" Hayley stated, still frightening.

"Don't you hang up on me or I'll-!" The voice growled.

Hayley hung up and hurried towards the door. Opening it, she slammed directly into Tara. Both girls screamed as they tumbled to the ground.

"Oh my God, what is the matter with you?" Tara questioned while standing up and brushing off.

"I just got the creepiest phone call." Hayley said, fear still in her voice.

"Well what happened?" Tara prodded.

"This guy called me. And he was a total creeper. I think we should call the police."

"And tell them what? Some guy called you and gave you a good scare? They won't do anything anyway. Take a deep breath. Relax. It was probably just a prank. Paranoid much? Besides, people are getting hyped up, especially with the Stab reruns they are doing at the theater this weekend."

"What's Stab?"

"Some horror movie based off of Sidney Prescott. That girl who grew up in Woodsboro. There was even an attack that happened here in Hollywood. I can't believe you don't know what Stab is."

"I try to stay away from those kind of movies. I know about Sidney, actually I've heard of her and that Hollywood murder spree. I never put them together though."

"Yeah, well, now you know. Hey I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Use the one upstairs. We have to get this one fixed." Hayley sighed, she hated having only one bathroom.

"Okay, I brought popcorn. Make some while I'm gone?" Tara insisted.

"Sure, just hurry up." Hayley started towards the kitchen, popcorn bag in hand. She threw it in the microwave, while waiting, she opened up the fridge and looked for something to drink. The microwave beeped and she opened it up and grabbed the bag. Pouring the popcorn into a bowl, she started towards the couch again. Placing the bowl on the end table, she started to wonder.

What is taking Tara so long upstairs?

She was snapped away from her train of thought when she heard a loud thud from upstairs. She started to get a bad feeling in her stomach as she remembered the noises from earlier. Rushing up the stairs, she ran towards the bathroom.

Empty.

"Tara?" Hayley called out, walking back into the hallway and out of the bathroom. She dug in her pocket to grab her phone, realizing she was getting a call from Tara.

"Where are you? What are you doing?!" Hayley croaked.

"Hello, Hayley." Retorted the raspy voice from earlier.

"Where is Tara?" Hayley demanded.

"She won't be back anytime soon. It's just me and you now." The voice asserted.

"I'm going to call the police!"

"Too late. Tara already did. They couldn't help her, and they won't be able to help you either."

"WHO IS THIS?" Hayley bellowed.

"The last person you're ever going to see alive." The voice taunted.

Hayley broke into a dash towards the front door. As she started running, she felt a hard shove to her back. Her momentum was too much and she couldn't recover herself in time before she got to the staircase. Tripping down the stairs, her head smashed onto the floor at the bottom. Dazed, she managed to make out the image of a figure wearing a black costume, with a eerie white mask. The killer revealed a hunting knife, dripping with blood, and a round circular object.

Holding the object up to the mask, "Welcome to my movie, you've got the part."

The killer drove the hunting knife straight into Hayley's stomach. She whimpered in pain as the knife came down again and again, this time onto her chest. Sirens sounded off in the distance. Realizing the work was done, the killer stood up, wiped the knife, and ran through the back door and into the darkness.