Hey guys. So, I literally came up with this idea when I was in class and I wrote most of the first chapter during class on my laptop lol. But basically, it's a fanfic with an extra character. Some scenes may be a different from the original movie but most of the original film is carried through. HOPE YOU LIKE IT! And please give me reviews! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! Here, this is where Maureen and Cotton get attacked. However, it is in the same style as Casey and Steve and takes place one year before the previous events.
The phone rang. A small hand caressed by a woolen jumper picked it up and brought it up to the innocent, pretty face of Maureen Prescott.
"Hello?"
"Hello," the voice on the other end said. It was a deep man's voice. Monotone and slow.
"Yes?" Maureen implied.
"Who is this?" the man questioned.
"Mmm, who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?"
"What number are you trying to reach?" Maureen smiled, twirling the phone line.
"I don't know!"
"Well, I think you have the wrong number," Maureen said.
"Do I?" the man said, sounding a little bit sarcastic.
"It happens, take it easy," Maureen said and put the phone down. She was no more than a few steps away from the phone when it rang…again! Casey turned around, a little suspicious.
She groaned as she picked it up. "Uh, hello?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I dialled the wrong number," the man said, mocking her.
"So why did you dial it again?" Maureen asked, smiling although she was a little irritated.
"To apologize," the man said mysteriously.
"You're forgiven, goodbye now!" Maureen said, preparing to put the phone down.
"Wait, wait, don't hang up," the man pleaded.
"What?"
"I wanna talk to you for a second," the man said flirtatiously.
Maureen laughed. "They've got nine hundred numbers for that, see ya!" Maureen hung the phone up and took it with her as she made her way to the house corridor.
Outside, there was a shed, right outside of the house Maureen was in. The shed's door was the tiniest bit open, stopped by a brick. And if you looked onto the ground before the shed door…you would see a shadow of a man appear as soon as the shed light turned on…
Inside, Maureen turned on the shower head in the bathroom and let the water run. Before she could strip, the phone rang yet again. Maureen groaned as she made her way over to her daughter's nearby bedroom, where she had left the phone, and found it, picking it up.
"Hello?" Maureen said, annoyance oozing from her voice. She began making her way to the window frame. The window was open. She decided to leave it open but shut the door frame around it.
"Why don't you want to talk to me?" the same man said.
"Who is this?" Maureen asked as she made her way back to the bathroom.
"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."
"I don't think so," Maureen said as she put her hand in the water, checking its warmth. The water repelled from her hands, causing a sharp noise as it sparked into shards of water.
"What's that sound?" the man said, noticing the collision of water from his sound.
"My shower!"
"You having a shower?"
"Uh, huh!"
"I always have a shower before I watch a movie."
"Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video," Maureen said as she went through the corridor, heading for the kitchen.
"Really? What?"
"Oh, just some scary movie."
"Do you like scary movies?"
"Uh-huh."
"What's your favorite scary movie?" the man questioned.
"Um, I don't know." She was in the kitchen now, just before the bench where five kitchen knives stood in slits in a block of wood.
"Think. You've got to have a favorite. What comes to mind?"
"Uhhhh….When A Stranger Calls!" Maureen said as she drew a knife from the wood block and put it back, "You know, the one about the guy who murders two children while a girl babysits and then begins calling her."
"Yeah," the man said slyly. From the bathroom, steam began to rise from the shower water.
"What's yours?"
"Guess!"
Maureen got the movies from the opposite bench and began walking through her house as she continued talking to this mysterious man. "Ummm….NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET!"
"Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?" the man asked. She had put the movies down and looked out at one of the windows. The shed light was now turned off but the door was still open. She thought nothing of it.
"Yeah, Freddy Krueger," Maureen said as she pulled up the middle blind over the windows laying next to each other.
"I liked that movie…it was scary!"
"Well the first one was but the rest sucked!" Maureen said as she left the lounge room. It was a nice room-a couch, a tv. She then moved to the glass door next to it, which had three other glass doors on its left, all four of them having blinds over them. Maureen could see through the blinds of course.
"So…you got a husband?" the man asked.
"Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?" Maureen said flirtatiously.
"I don't know, do you have a husband?"
"Mmmm….no," Maureen said, hesitating.
"You never told me your name."
Maureen sat on the couch arm, just before the glass door. "Why do you wanna know my name?"
"Because I wanna know who I'm looking at…"
Maureen's face shot up immediately, shock stamped on her forehead. "What did you just say?" Maureen suddenly heard the sound of her cat's bell coming closer and she turned around to see the door.
"I want to know who I'm talking to," the man said.
"That's not what you said," Maureen quivered, suspicion oozing from her voice.
"What did you think I said?"
Maureen ignored him and pulled up the blinds. She then turned on the porch lights, looking out the window in horror. The cat was there before her, looking distressed.
"Hello?"
Maureen searched the porch. There was nothing. No one was out there. It was empty. The pool and the fog was about it except for the chairs and tables a few meters before the door.
"Look, I-I gotta go," Maureen said.
"Wait, I-I thought we were going to go out?" the man said, trying to take the tension away from the situation.
Maureen turned the light off and then turned the tiny, silver lock on the door before he began pulling down the blind over the door. "Um, no. I don't think so." Maureen stopped pulling the blind when it could go no further.
"Don't hang up on me!" the man threatened. Maureen didn't hear him and hung the phone up, looking out the door one last time. The shower was getting hotter and hotter and now steam was beginning to engulf the bathroom.
Maureen walked past the hall, in a dark corner, hoping the man couldn't see her if he were even out there. The phone suddenly rang. Maureen brought her finger to her eye, cleaning the tears that came from her fear.
"Shit," she whispered. She answered the call anyway. "Yes?" she demanded, trying to have power over these feelings of fear.
"I told you not to hang up on me." The man said it quietly but anger oozed from his words. Maureen knew it was a threat.
Maureen groaned. "What do you want?"
"To talk." This time he didn't say it flirtatiously, he said it in a way that you knew he meant harm.
"Well, dial someone else, okay?" Maureen said, trying to hold back tears.
"You getter scared?" the man taunted.
"N-no, just…PISSED OFF!" Maureen said angrily, hanging up the phone and slamming it on the chair on Maureen's left.
She moved down the corridor before turning left and walking into the bathroom, where the steamy air was now a metaphor for how serious the situation had become. Suddenly, the phone rang again. Maureen groaned and hung her head in the head. She stamped her feet as she moved quickly towards the chair near the corridor where she had left the phone. She had had enough of this man and angrily brought the phone to her ear and mouth.
"LISTEN, ASSHOLE-" Maureen screamed. But her attempt at being intimidating was immediately shot down when the man replied with an even more threatening comment.
"NO YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH! HANG UP ON ME AGAIN AND I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH, UNDERSTAND?"
Maureen's eyes widened in fear, now crying. She looked so innocent and weak compared to the amount of power this mysterious man had over her. She began backing away and was now before the laundry door.
The man laughed. "Yeah…"
"Is this some kind of joke?" Maureen said, her voice quivering in her tears.
"More of a…game really!" the man slithered. Maureen began backing away, getting herself into the laundry just before another glass door.
"I'd lock the doors if I were you…MAUREEN!"
The implication that the man knew her name immediately made her turn around. In a flash, she locked the door behind her frantically. She ran out of the laundry and spent no time in running to the glass door meters away from her, slipping as she locked it before putting her eyes to the glass door.
Her distorted view through her glass on the door showed her empty driveway. No one was there yet she felt watch.
"If you're here…then where are you?" Maureen said, trying to sound brave.
"Can you see me?" the man whispered through the phone, "I'm closer than you think."
"How close?" Maureen said, now terrified out of her wits. She got her answer when…
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Maureen screamed. The knocking came from the front door and Maureen was at the back. She backed away, slowly, looking at the corridor. When the corridor ended, the front door was on the right.
"LISTEN! I am two seconds away from calling the police!" Maureen sobbed, trying to sound brave.
"They'd never make it in time! I'd get your guts on your stomach before you can even press 9!"
Maureen looked out the windows, now in hysterical sobs. "What do you want?"
There was a pause. "To see what your insides look like!" the man slithered. Maureen cried and hung up the phone. She felt sick and began walking away. She began moving in closer to the corridor when suddenly…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Maureen spun around, screaming. She moved slowly through the corridor, shaking. When the hallway ended, she turned right and moved in closer. She was a few metres away from her front door.
"Who's there?" she quivered.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
She screamed again. "WHO'S THERE?" There was no answer.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
The knocking continued and Maureen ran to the door, getting a hand on the lock. As soon as it did, the knocking stopped. She continued turning the door lock and opened it up. She looked outside…no one was there.
She slammed the door shut before screaming "I'm calling the police!"
She ran over to her table and as soon as she picked the phone up, it rang again. Maureen screamed, now in extreme hysterics. She hesitated for a few moments but then decided to answer it.
"You should never say "who's there?" Don't you watch scary movies? IT'S A DEATH WISH! Might as well come out here to investigate a strange noise or something." Maureen now established this was no longer a joke and that this caller stranger was actually out there.
"Listen, you've had your fun but I think you better just leave or else-" Maureen threatened through sobs.
"Or else what?" the man snapped.
"OR ELSE MY MASTER WILL BE HERE! AND YES I SAID MASTER cos we're having an affair and he'll be pissed when he finds out!" Maureen screamed, trying her hardest to scare the man.
"An affair? I thought you didn't have a husband!"
"I lied! I DO HAVE A HUSBAND! And he's out with my daughter but my master will be here any second so your ass better punked!" Maureen cried.
"Sure!"
"I swear!" Maureen quivered. She took on a screaming voice. "HE'S BIG AND HE PLAYS FOOTBALL AND HE'LL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"
"I'm getting scared! I'm shaking in my boots!" the voice said sarcastically.
"So you better just leave." Maureen barely got the words out of her mouth as she was crying so much.
"His name wouldn't be...Cotton, would it?"
A wave of shock ran through Maureen's body, her head spinning up. "How do you know his name?" she quivered.
"Turn on the porch lights…again." Maureen cried as she shakingly made her way to the lights. She continued crying as she finally turned them on. She made her way to the glass door and looked out.
On the patio was Cotton Weary, tape on his mouth, taped to his arms and taped by his two feet. He was standing on a small table just above the ceiling. On one of the ceiling fan was a rope and it was tied around Cotton's neck. Dry blood dripped from his face, implying he had been beaten up before. One false move and Cotton could be hung. His face showed pure and utter fear.
Maureen screamed and went to open the door but as soon as she turned the lock, the menacing voice shouted "I wouldn't do that if I were you!"
Maureen immediately closed the door and put her face to the door. "Where are you? Where are you?"
"Guess!" . From behind her, a figure was stalking her from outside the window, the only window not to have the blinds down.
"Please, what do you want?" Maureen pleaded.
"I wanna play a game!"
"No," Maureen pleaded quietly.
"THEN HE DIES RIGHT NOW-"
"NO-NO!" Maureen screamed, jumping up.
"Which is it? WHICH IS IT?"
"Well….what kind of game?" Maureen asked through her sobs.
"Turn off the light. You'll see what type of game." Maureen hesitated for a moment. Cotton shook his head, trying to indicate not to do as the caller told her and that he was here at the house.
"Just do it!" the man demanded and Maureen knew she had no choice. She moved over to turn off the light. Cotton began screaming through the tape around his mouth but Maureen had to forget his pleas and turned off the light before pulling down the blinds, Cotton's screaming going with it.
"Now, go to the laundry!"
Maureen shot her head around, observing the whole house to see if she was being watched. There was only one of the three windows to have the blind not over it. Maureen moved through the kitchen and into the laundry. She slid the door over and moved back before dropping to the ground, crunching down like a little baby.
"Here's how we play," the man said, "I ask you a question and if you answer correctly, Cotton lives!" As he talked, Maureen realized the blind on the door behind her wasn't down and she shot up, pulling it down so no one could see her.
"Please, no!" Maureen begged.
"C'mon, it's an easy category-movie trivia!"
"No, please don't!" Maureen sobbed.
"STEVE'S COUNTING ON YOU!" the man. Maureen gave up. "First question-it's an easy one. Name the killer in Nightmare On Elm Street."
"I don't know," Maureen said. She could barely think in this state of mind.
"C'mon, it's my favourite scary movie! He had the knife fingers, he haunted nightmares. What's his name?"
"I don't know." She was in such a shock she couldn't think.
"C'mon, Cotton's counting on you."
Maureen stopped feeling sorry for herself and said "Freddy, Freddy Krueger!"
"YES!" the man shouted, "Now, for the real question!"
"NOOOO!" Maureen cried.
"But you're doing so well. We can't stop now," he told her.
"Please leave us alone," Maureen continued to bed.
"Then answer the question…." He gave her no choice. "…name the movie that was originally called The Babysitter Murders!"
Maureen shot up right away, as it was such an obvious question. "When A Stranger Calls….WHEN A STRANGER CALLS, WHEN A STRANGER CALLS!"
"I'm sorry!" the man slithered, "That's the wrong answer!"
"NO! No it's not, not it's not. It was When A Stranger Calls." Maureen was so sure of her answer.
"Afraid not!" the man said. Although Maureen couldn't see him, he knew he was wearing an evil grin on his face.
"Listen, IT WAS WHEN A STRANGER CALLS! IT WAS ABOUT A BABYSITTER AND ALL! I SAW THAT MOVIE TWENTY GOD DAMN TIMES!" Maureen screamed in complete and utter anger. The man did not like her tone and responded with just as much anger, shouting "Then you should know another babysitting movie, Halloween, was called that originally. It was released a year before When A Stranger Calls in fact. I'm afraid that's a wrong answer."
"You tricked me," she cried.
"Lucky for you there's a bonus round. But poor Cotton…I'M AFRAID HE'S OUT!"
Maureen suddenly heard a whishing sound outside. She looked out and saw the table fall down. The fan was turned on and it was spinning. Cotton suddenly gave a horrible chocking sound as the table fell down. Maureen cried and ran to the lights, flicking them on before frantically pulling the blinds up.
Cotton's head rolled back and his eyes shut. The fan was on and now his hanging body was swinging violently around the porch in the same motion as the fan.
Maureen watched in absolute horror. She slowly began to crawl down, hoping the image of Cotton would go away. Crying, she ran away and hid in the kitchen, which was next to the open laundry door. Maureen could hear the man's manical laughter from the phone.
"Hey…we're not finished yet," the man taunted. Maureen shakingly brought the phone to her ear. "Final question! Are you ready?"
Maureen finally knew what situation she was in. She took a big breath and shakingly pleaded "Please, please, leave me alone."
"Answer the question and I will!" the man said. "What door am I at?" Maureen began observing her house like she was an underground mole.
"What?"
"There are many doors to your house-a front door, the side door, the laundry door and a patio door. Answer correctly, you live!" Maureen grabbed a weapon from her tv and cried.
"Don't do this! I can't, I won't!" Maureen sobbed uncontrollably.
And the only answer she got was… "Your call…"
The man suddenly hung up. Maureen stood frozen on the spot for a while until she grabbed the phone keys on the phone and dialled 911. For a while, they didn't pick up.
"Please, pick up. Please pick up," she silently begged. She then made her way to the kitchen to grab a knife and came back to the door. As she waited in horror, she did not realize that a dark figure from the back lawn came out and began making their way to the fan which was still spinning with Steve's body flying.
"911, what's your emergency?" the operator said.
"YES! Please help me. Someone's been killed and the man's stalking me. He's going to try and kill me!" As she pleaded, the figure from outside made his way to the table and got out a knife, positioning it on the rope that killed Cotton.
"Please, come, please help, please…please…please!" From outside, the strange figure finally cut the rope from Cotton swinging body.
BANG! His body hit the glass.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Cotton's corpse, having been cut from the ceiling, had now been flung in the air and landed on the glass door. This ignited Maureen like fire. Maureen screamed then shot up and ran through her house. She ran into the corridor and swung the door shut, leaving it a tiny bit open. She looked out through the crack and saw a hand move the glass door…unlocking it.
The man was definitely after her. He had made his way into the house. Maureen tip-toed down the corridor and opened her bedroom door. The window in her daughter's room was wide open and she began making her way into the bedroom, being as quiet as she possibly could. She came close to the window frame.
She put one leg through the frame and then the other one. However, during the struggle, her knife dropped to the floor. It made a loud noise as it collided with the wooden floor. Immediately, she hid to the outside brick wall. She stayed there for a while until she decided to go back for her knife. She was bending over the window frame to get it but she looked up and saw a light on the corridor floor…and the shadow of the man calling her.
FUCK IT she thought. Forget the knife, she had to get out of the house NOW! She bent down and crawled past the wall until she was right underneath her parent's bedroom window. It was slightly open and she went to look up to see if the man was there. She could see in the reflection of the shower window the figure of a strange man holding a knife.
Desperate for her life, she continued crawling against the brick wall until she was nearly at the front lawn. She crawled right until she was underneath her bedroom window. That's when the man talked to her.
"I can hear you bitch…I know you're out here!"
She looked around. No one was in sight. If this man wasn't outside…he must be…
Maureen began rising up and she looked out the window. She saw a man in a black coat…who whipped around, revealing its face. The man was wearing a black hood and a white mask. It was like a ghost-it was a ghost. It was screaming. Like a ghost in pain. White and skeleton like…terrifying!
Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs as the mans gloved hands ripped through the fly screen and grabbed Maureen's arm. Maureen and him wrestled for a while before Maureen punched the man in the face. Maureen looked at the man, who fell to the floor but quickly began getting up. She dashed off.
She turned left, looking at her verandah. The gate keys lay on a hook next to the living room window. She needed to open the gate with the keys and in lightning speed, she dashed off to the verndah, climbing over the balcony. She ran over there and grabbed the keys.
Suddenly, the man jumped through the window near the keys and pulled Maureen to the ground. The keys flung away, behind the man and she dropped all chances of getting up. Maureen tried getting up, struggling for the ground before she got on two feet and ran for her line. The killer was in very close pursuit and chased after her to the lawn.
After running for a while, the man caught up to Maureen and put his hand to her mouth. Maureen mumbled for a bit as they ran until the man brought her in, raising the knife, before stabbing her just above her breast and just below her shoulder. Maureen gave a painful shout.
There was no pain at all until Maureen went into a sudden state of shock. She fell to the ground and began to cry as a dull throbbing began to take over her wound, where blood was coming out furiously. The pain began to grow in intensity. She looked behind her and saw her husbands car come onto the curb, just before the gate. The masked man came over her, preparing to stab her again. Maureen reacted to her fight instincts and knocked the knife out of his hands. She could see headlights coming from afar. The headlights of her husband's car. The gates suddenly began to open. Her family were here!
The man dragged Maureen's arms and brought her into the nearby bushes just as her husand's car pulled into the drive way. Maureen was fully in the bushes as her husband and her daughter stopped the car.
"HELP! HELP ME!" Maureen called.
The man knew he needed to stop her from talking and suddenly brought both of his hands to Maureen's throat and began strangling her. Maureen coughed and spluttered in discomfort, feeling oxygen leave her brain. In a natural instinct, she kneed the man in his groin. The man gave a sound of pain and fell back.
Maureen struggled for a while and turned her head back. She squirmed as she gasped for air. From her point of view, she saw her husband and her daughter finally getting onto the verandah and going towards the door, not even noticing her hiding in the bushes. Maureen brought herself up off the ground and slowly made her way over to the verandah. Her family were commenting on the flowers. Maureen brought her hands to her throat, which was still recovering from her short strangling stint. She got closer and closer to the verandah. If only they turned around. Her family made their way inside the house. They closed the door, not even looking back.
"SIDNEY!" Maureen gasped. It was barely a sound. She couldn't talk at all. She was sobbing. Her husband entered the house and could see the steam from the bathroom engulf the whole hallway. "JESUS!"
From outside, the man had risen from behind Maureen, his knife in his hand. Maureen turned around and was pushed to the verandah. Maureen lay on the ground, not even bothering to fight. She knew she was going to die. But she had to know one thing first…she had to know who had killed her.
She brought her bloodied hand to the man's mask and took it off. The man looked back at her. He had dark hair and perfect skin. White teeth and brown eyes. He looked so young, so cute. He was a teenager. He let Maureen take off the mask. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Stu?" Maureen whispered.
Maureen never in a million years thought that her daughter's friend, Stu Macher, would be the one to end her life. Stu looked at Maureen's pretty face. She had been hurt by what he had done. He regretted it too. Maureen looked up at the knife. He held it up there for a while, hesitating whether to kill her or not. He was shaking. Maureen lay defenseless. Stu had to finish this, it was too late for cold feet now.
And after a moment, with a scream…he brought the knife down on her chest!
"Maureen?" her husband said as he surveyed the back doors, not even noticing Cotton's body. Sidney was still at the doorway and the steam from the bathroom had gotten to her.
"Oh my god!" she said. She ran down the hallway and went into the bathroom. She frantically went into the shower and turned it off.
"Mum? Mum? MUM!" she screamed. She ran to the front door to meet her father. "Where is she?" she called, not knowing her mother was being gutted a few metres away them.
"Just call the police," her father told her. Sidney whipped out the home phone, her father comforting her.
Stu had stabbed Maureen in her ribcage, slashed her to her groin and stabbed her multiple times in the abdomen and the back. Maureen drew a huge breath as Stu took the knife out and then stabbed her again, giving a spluttering choke.
"Maureen, are you in your room?" her father said. Her daughter, now on the phone, could hear the chokes and slashes of her daughter. "Mum, Mum is that you?" she pleaded.
Stu dragged Maureen's body against the driveaway. The tiniest bit of life was inside of Maureen. She gave a faint breath. She could hear her parents from the phone. She continued to give tiny little breathes.
From the phone, Sidney heard Maureen breath. "Help me…"
Stu dragged her gutted, blood-stained corpse outside the house's fence where
another man was hiding with a cellular. He was the man who made the calls. He was an extremely attractive man. He had long hair that covered his face. He was darkly handsome, perfect skin and a muscular figure. He had bright eyes and a charming face yet he gave a vibe of…evil.
"Well done, Stu," he said, now satisfied with revenge.
"Thank you, Billy," Stu said, although he looked sad.
"Help me…"
From inside, Sidney listened in horror as her mother breathed for life. "Oh my god, I can hear her!" her mum cried as she handed the phone to her father. Billy pinned Maureen into the tree and put his hands to her throat as he pushed her closer up the tree, causing her to splutter. "TREE!" Maureen's husband could hear through the phone.
As Stu grabbed Maureen's throat and pulled her up the tree closer, he grabbed the knife and looked at her. Her eyes were closing, tears and blood all over them. He felt so sorry but had no way out. With much regret, he brought the knife into Maureen's abdomen, impaling her into the tree.
Meanwhile, Billy grabbed the phone and said to his girlfriend, using their voice-changer, "Look outside" before hanging up. Stu had now successfully impaled Maureen much like he had hung Cotton and made a run for it with Billy.
Sidney and her father were now in a frantic state of shock. "Get in the car. Drive down to the Belinda's place. Call the police!"
"No, not my mum. Please not my mum," Sidney continued to repeat. She began to open the door and turned around, going outside.
From down the road, a beautiful girl was wondering around. She running away with Billy, trying to get as far away from Maureen's house and the girl could see the two figures running down the road. Billy and Stu. Billy ran across to the opposite road, separating from Stu. So, now, it was only Stu, who was still dressed in his costume.
For this girl, it was only her second day living in Woodsboro and she had decided to go for a walk. It wasn't long before she had become lost though. There was too much country side and every time she thought she was getting closer to getting home, a dark lane or a pitch black field would show up.
As the figure came closer and closer, this girl suddenly heard the sound of the tower bell striking, telling her it was 12am. That's when she heard…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sidney's blood-curdling scream echoed through the street as she fell to the ground. Her father came out and his eyes went wide. As soon as the scream was emited, a tall black shadowy figure suddenly ran straight into the beautiful girl walking down the road, knocking her off her feet and straight on to her back. She felt the hard stone hit the back of her head and her vision had turned blurry. She looked up to see a tall ghost face staring down at her. She remembered that costume from last Halloween in her hometown. Considering it wasn't Halloween she was guessing this guy was a total maniac. Sidney continued to scream.
Stu watched her carefully. He had never seen such a pretty girl. Her blue eyes blinked helplessly under her thick black eyelashes. She was curvy and had full pink lips. Her long brown hair had ombre streaks at the tips and it was straightened and silky. She was tiny but had a curvy, gorgeous figure. She wore skin tight black leggings, a grey silk top, a stylish scarf and a pink jacket worn open. She hit you with her prettiness like a thousand butcher knives.
Stu actually couldn't believe his luck that he had run into her. Reality started to set in though when he realized he was backing away from him. She was crawling on her back using her elbows to shuffle back. He could tell she was terrified.
The girl stared at the mask. She knew whoever this person was behind the mask was fascinated by her. The way his head tilted to the side. He seemed to forget the bloodied knife. She was guessing that scream from earlier was something to do with him.
The police sirens suddenly rang from near and Stu took one last glance at her and sped off, leaving her relieved. He turned to the right, finally getting out of sight before the police could see him. The woman was still screaming as police came into the house and the girl had begun to make her way over to see what was wrong.
A policeman came and took her by the arm. "Excuse me, Miss, what's your name?"
"Uh, Stella Joan. Why do you wanna know my name?"
"There's just been a terrible tragedy over here, like…a homicide."
"Why? Did you think I did it?" Stella said.
"No, I mean there's no blood on you. And even if you did, no one would believe it because you're a girl. That's one advantage of being female!" he said. That's true, Stella thought.
When Stella turned the corner, she saw the tree and immediately felt sick. She could see Maureen's body, impaled to a branch with a kitchen knife in her abdomen. Her eyes zoomed in and Stella could see a better view of the blood patched onto her skin, the intestines rolling down her leg and that terrifying, pained expression taped onto Maureen's wide open eyes. Sidney's screams continued to echo.