Chapter 1 - Part 1 : Now... the fun starts...
" Jelema, are you okay?" Heather said to her friend, anxiously awaiting her arrival. "Yeah, Heather be home in a bit" The Latina said. Heather was home alone, on a humid Saturday night. The busty, overweight mother was sweating bullets. Her T shirt wet from her persperation. As she watched tv, the thirtysomething heard a small thump in the back of her house. "Hello?" she called out confused, her husband was not supposed to be home for another few hours. The rainbow haired woman ignored it and went back to watching tv. the heavyset woman jumped ten feet into the air when she heard another thump, this time much louder then before. Suddenly, her smartphone rang. She picked it up 'unknown number' the screen read. "Hello?" "Hello, is this Heather McIlroy?" the voice on the other end said. "Yes, who is ths and why is your number blocked?" Heather asked. "For me to know, and for you to find out" the voice sounded eeriely similar to the voice in the Scream movies. "Yeah, okay Marcus, I know this is you so fuck you" "Do I sound like a 'Marcus' to you?" This sent a shiver down Heather's back and the hair on the back of her neck started to stand up. "Who is this?" She asked again. "You'll find out soon enough..." the voice said giggling. The rainbow haired girl looked at the phone 'call ended' Suddenly the door opens and shuts. Jelema walks into the living room, she sees Heather. "Hey, Heather what's up?" "I just got a call from some creep, who sounded like the killer from Scream. I don't know about you but I -" "Heather, don't worry about it, probably some prank call from some asshole.
I have to go use the bathroom, I'll be right back" the brunette said. Heather started to watch tv, as she did she heard a loud crash in her bathroom. Heather arched her eyebrow. She got up, and walked bare foot to the wash room. "Jelema?" the heavyset woman knocked on the door. "Jelema are you okay?" She asked again. "Jelema, i'm coming in" Heather entered and what she saw made her almost gag. The heavyset woman saw her best friend with her throat cut, laying face down in a pool of blood, over her stood a tall but large man, with a black pull over cloak and a white Ghostface mask. The dastardly killer looked at her, tilted his head to the side. He then wiped the knife of the Latin girl's blood. Heather ran as fast as she could, reaching the front door, she picked up a baseball bat as the killer was running behind her. She swung but the killer had ducked and tackled her, Heather crashed into the adjacent wall. As the heavyset woman came out of her haze, she looked up at the killer. The killer held Heather down with a foot of his beige workman's boots, he then said "Welcome to a true horror film Ms. McIlroy... you've got the part" The killer raised his knife and stabbed Heather over and over until blood leaked out of her wounds as she groaned in pain. Knowing his work was done, he left out of the back like a thief in the night...