A large house in Woodsboro sat in the middle of a neat road of other decently sized houses. It was approximately half-past eleven in the evening and fast approaching midnight. This house in particular was the only house that had lights on downstairs...

The shrill, digital sound of the land-line phone ringing filled the house with indecent noise within a sudden instant. Startled slightly, Jacqueline Murphy, a tall girl with naturally light-brown hair and glistening crystal-blue eyes, approached the phone without any hesitation. With an outstretched arm, she turned back to her friend to signal her to pause the horror film they had been watching, 'iFinal Destination 3/i', for no more than ten minutes. The friend, Arianna Meadows rolled her eyes and tossed her long, curling blonde hair to one side as she clutched the remote control. She promptly clicked the pause button and gave her friend the go-ahead to answer the call as she placed it back down.

Picking up the off-white phone from the wall, Jacqueline held it next to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked, somewhat impatiently. There was a pregnant pause before a response came.
"Hello." A husky and rather distorted voice replied. Another awkward silence occurred for a few moments before Jacqueline answered.
"Um, who is this?" Her voice raised a little as she finished speaking, and she twisted her head around to Arianna.
"Who is it?" Arianna mouthed to her friend, disguising her disinterest in the caller. Jacqueline simply shrugged back before returning her attention to the peculiar voice.
"Who is this?" The coarse voice whispered back. Jacqueline frowned at the bizarre conversation before walking back to her seat next to Arianna.
"Who are you trying to reach?" Jacqueline calmly questioned back, attempting to cover her frustration at the inept caller. Arianna turned her head to Jacqueline and the two gazed at each other while Jacqueline waited for a response.
"I'm not entirely sure." The croaky voice retorted. Within an instant, Jacqueline hung up the phone brashly and placed it on the coffee table, next to a large, dark-red, plastic bowl of toffee popcorn that she and Arianna were sharing.
"Who was it?" Arianna inquired, picking up the bowl and grabbing a handful of the sticky and sweet food. She placed the bowl on the gaudily coloured cushion adjacent to her before dragging a leopard pattern blanket over her body.
"Oh, it was a wrong number." sniffed Jacqueline as she picked up her plainly coloured, thicker blanket and placing it comfortably around her.
"I hate that." Arianna sighed, tossing some popcorn into her mouth. She chewed on it with apparent pleasure as she faced her close buddy.
"Slow down on the popcorn, Ari!" Jacqueline teased as she leaned over her pal to take some of her own.
"Right, let's start this again." Arianna chuckled, picking up the remote control and pressing the play button in quick succession.

i"They say the real fear with these rides... comes from the sense of having no control..."/i The dialogue from the film carried on as if uninterrupted.
"I love this movie." Jacqueline said, as her body remained facing forward, her eyes glued to the screen with avid attention.
"Oh please, these movies are all the same." Arianna started as she repositioned herself, fidgeting under the blanket and readjusting her hair. "Some idiot gets a premonition and saves a bunch of people, only for them to die one by one again anyway!" She finished before placing another piece of popcorn in her mouth. Jacqueline turned her head to Arianna and glared.
"Get real; the Final Destination movies are much more than that." Correcting her friend, she was ready to fight her cause.
"Oh really? How exactly?" Arianna was willing and prepared to argue her side of the fence too.
"They're really original with the main plot structure." Jacqueline stated.
"Not really." Arianna quickly scoffed. "I mean, sure it was original for the first movie, what with cheating death and everything, but the rest are just carbon copies."
"No, no, no-" Jacqueline began. "In the second film, everything was connected to the first one. The survivors died in reverse-order-"
"Bullshit! That movie was no different to the first one, other than that it was a pile-up instead of a plane explosion!" Arianna interrupted with her sudden laughter.
"Shut up, okay?" Jacqueline giggled. "I'm trying to watch."
"Whatever, these movies still suck." Arianna further explained. "I mean, there's no character development, the writers just kill the characters off straight away, before they get to say shit! It's just gore-porn and everybody-"

The harsh ringing of the phone cut Arianna off. Both of the girls jumped, the popcorn jumping in synchronisation with them. After hastily overcoming the initial shock of the ringing, Jacqueline reached for the phone.
"Not this again." She guffawed under her breath.
"Hey, put it on speaker." Arianna scratched her right eye as she put the bowl of popcorn back on the brightly coloured cushion. In quick succession, Jacqueline answered the call and pressed the speaker button. She propped the phone in between her and Arianna, and untied the elastic band from her wrist.
"Hello?" She apathetically called out. Arianna listened with interest as Jacqueline placed the band in her mouth and scooped her long hair back into a ponytail. She then rapidly tied it up with the elastic band.
"Yes?" A voice identical to the previous caller was heard on the phone. Jacqueline suddenly looked up at Arianna, perplexed.
"Didn't you just call?" Jacqueline asked. Silence.
"Yes." The voice repeated. "Yes, I did." The cracking of the voice was heard all through the living room and Arianna rolled her eyes.
"Then why did you call again?" Arianna interrogated the mysterious voice.
"I don't know." It huskily snapped. Arianna glanced at Jacqueline, only to see an angered face from her friend.
"Bye." Jacqueline smacked her hand down on the phone, ending the call abruptly.
"Why did you do that? It was getting good!" Arianna retaliated inquisitively.
"Because I can't be dealing with all of these fucking pranksters right now." Jacqueline whipped away her blanket and grabbed the phone. "I wanna watch this fucking movie and have a good, relaxing time." She slammed the phone on its hook before returning to go back to the sofa. She turned to face Arianna. "Is that too much to ask for?" She wondered. Arianna briskly snatched the remote control and paused the film again.
"I guess not." Arianna smiled as Jacqueline sat back down.
"Who do you think it is?" Arianna asked, slightly anxious but also blatantly curious.
"It's probably someone from our class." Jacqueline thought for a moment. "Lucas, he's a joker."
"Or maybe it's London... You know, she's in on all of this kind of stuff." Arianna brainstormed with her friend. "It could be anyone really..."
"Well whoever it is, they need to get a fucking life. I'm not answering the phone again." Jacqueline concluded.
"What if it's your Mom?" Arianna returned.
"Oh, my Mom would text me." Jacqueline answered.
"Are you sure?" Arianna quietly moved around under the blanket, repositioning herself. "It might be important."
"But she'd ring me on my cell, not the home phone." Jacqueline looked at her friend, knowingly.
"Anyway, let's get back to this shitty movie." Arianna chuckled.
"Shut up!" Jacqueline lightly slapped Arianna's arm. "If it weren't for that fucking joker, we'd have seen people die by now." She giggled uncontrollably as she spoke.
"Well they better not call again." Arianna stated, picking up the remote control to play the film again.

As if orchestrated, the vibrant chiming of the phone was heard, and Jacqueline snapped her head around in disbelief. She looked back to Arianna, who had now dropped the remote control onto the coffee table.
As fast as she could, Jacqueline spoke sternly to Arianna. "Don't answer it." She asserted, her eyebrows arching with a slight concern. The ringing cheerfully continued.
"Why not?" Arianna pulled the blanket away from her legs and began to stand up. Jacqueline grabbed her arm before she could, and shot a cold look in her direction. "What, are you scared?" Arianna snickered as she brushed Jacqueline's hand from her arm and skipped over to the phone.
"Don't do it, Arianna." With a serious tone to her voice, Jacqueline faced Arianna, who now had one hand on the slightly grey phone.
"Oh look, it's just some lonely prankster!" Arianna giggled. "Nothing is gonna happen.
"What about what happened to Robbie and Kirby two years ago?" Jacqueline warned.
"Don't play that card on me. That was two years ago." Arianna complained, picking up the phone whilst talking to Jacqueline. "Um, hello?" She calmly said, expecting the familiar voice to return. However, she wasn't so lucky because there was a lengthy pause before she heard any response. Jacqueline sunk down into the sofa and played the movie again.
i"You have more of a chance of dying driving to an amusement park than dying at one!"/i Ian McKinley from 'iFinal Destination 3/i' explained as Jacqueline hit the play button. Obviously expecting no response, Arianna turned to hang the phone up.
"Wait." That raspy voice suddenly spoke. Arianna grew slightly confused and placed the phone to her ear.
"What?" She hesitantly said.
"Who is this?" A throaty response came.
"Um, no." Arianna corrected the voice. "Who's calling?"
"Oh, come on..." The voice said, slightly disheartened. "I just wanna know who you are..."
"Why?" Arianna challenged, as she strolled back to her seat on the sofa.
"I want to know who I'm talking to." The reply came.
"Well you'll have to tell me who you are first." Arianna chortled as she wrapped the zebra blanket back around herself.
"What are they saying?" Jacqueline queried as she brushed some stray hair behind her ear. Arianna promptly put the phone to her chest.
"They wanna know who I am." told Arianna to a now evidently worried Jacqueline. With wide-eyes, Jacqueline quickly responded.
"Hang the fuck up!" She yelled.
"I wouldn't hang up if I were you." The voice abruptly interrupted. Arianna quickly put the phone on loud-speaker so Jacqueline could listen to the conversation.
"Why not?" Arianna questioned innocently.
"Because," The voice paused dramatically, making Arianna and Jacqueline roll their eyes while waiting for the explanation. "It's pretty rude to hang up on somebody who could easily cut your role." Jacqueline looked up at Arianna and without hesitation, spoke to her friend.
"Hang up." She said, licking her drying lips with fear.
"I said, I wouldn't hang up if I were you." The voice grew more stubborn.
"But-" Arianna started, but was interrupted by Jacqueline who hung up the phone in a desperate panic. Arianna peered up to her friend. "What was that for?"
"These stupid pranksters think they're cool for imitating Ghostface." Jacqueline trembled somewhat, picking up the phone from in between her and her friend.
"Ghostface?" Arianna quizzed. "Isn't he from the Stab movies?"
"Yeah." Jacqueline put the phone underneath the cushion she was sitting, to muffle out any ringing that would intrude on the remainder of the watching of the film. "The one that calls people and kills them and shit?" continued Jacqueline, realising that she'd forget she placed the phone underneath the cushion, and grabbed it. She ran over to where the phone hung and turned to talk to Arianna. "Yeah, that's Ghostface." She propped the phone back onto the wall and turned to sit down, but the ringing relentlessly started up once again.

Arianna glanced up at her now significantly worried friend.
"Shit." Jacqueline whispered whilst holding her head with one hand whilst the other was on her hip. "Why is this even happening?" She said outstretching the hand holding her head in a rather awkward fashion.
"Because people think it's funny to scare people shitless." Arianna sighed.
"Well it's not funny, it's just stupid." sniffed Jacqueline grumpily as she picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"I told you not to hang up on me!" The voice whispered sinisterly to the terrified girl.
"It it them again?" Arianna questioned, but Jacqueline ignored her query to listen to the caller.
"Yeah... that's what I thought." Growing huskier with every breath, the voice spoke eerily to Jacqueline.
"Why are you doing this?" Jacqueline demanded, her voice wobbling as she spoke, highlighting her fear.
"Are you scared?" The voice chillingly investigated.
"What are they saying?" Arianna called back to Jacqueline, who was still listening intently, worried as to what would happen.
"Yes." confirmed Jacqueline.
"That's the way I like it, Jacqueline." The voice returned.
"How do you know my name?" Jacqueline hurriedly asked, gulping down her doubt in an attempt to seem confident.
"Can you see me?" The voice creepily spoke.
"Shit." Jacqueline's eyes dashed around, trying to find a figure in the house.
"No?" The voice laughed, whilst Jacqueline placed a hand on her head in nervousness. "I'd like to speak to Arianna." Her head perked up.
"She's not here right now." Jacqueline firmly told the voice.
"How come I heard her in the background?"
"Shit." Jacqueline groaned and her body slumped down. She didn't want her friend to be in any danger.
"Pass the phone to Arianna." The voice said bitterly. Jacqueline walked towards Arianna and handed her the phone. Arianna placed it next to her ear.
"Hello?" She quietly asked.
"Arianna," The voice started. Arianna looked up at Jacqueline with a frown. "I'm glad to finally hear from you." The voice chuckled.
"What do you want?" Arianna austerely asked.
"I want to play a game." The voice replied.
"Don't start with the Saw shit." Arianna harshly spat.
"Fine." The voice paused. "We can talk about character development."
"Why would we do that?" Arianna asked, looking up to Jacqueline who was desperately nervous to know the conversation.
"Because you two aren't going to last long in this plot." The voice began. Arianna wrinkled her brow in a slight worry. "You two are the early kills, the fan-pleasers. Nothing but victims."
"Fuck, you're sick." Arianna told the evil voice, but was greeted by laughter.
"Bye Arianna..." The voice mockingly called out before hanging up the phone.
"What was all of that about?" asked Jacqueline apprehensively.
"Some stupid shit again." Arianna grabbed her blanket and threw it on the floor to stand up.
"What if they call again?" Jacqueline panicked.
"We just won't answer the phone." Arianna placed the phone back on the wall, for the umpteenth time, and turned to Jacqueline.
"What is this even about?" her friend wondered.
"I have no clue, but it's stupid." Arianna moaned.

Suddenly, an unmistakeable figure, dressed all in black, wearing ithat/i mask, leapt at Arianna. A large knife shone in the light and was plunged into Arianna's neck.
"Fuck!" Jacqueline screamed as she ran backwards, eyes fixed on the action. Arianna turned to see the figure, who now ripped the knife out of her neck, blood flying and staining the walls. Arianna coughed gently and blood flew out of her mouth across the laminate floor. She grabbed her neck - halting the loss of blood, and turned to see Ghostface raising the knife once more.
"Shit!" Arianna shrieked as the knife forced itself into her chest. She dipped backwards in shock and fell to the floor with blood spurting and staining her light blue t-shirt. Arianna shook and shivered on the ground, panicked, and distressed.
"Arianna!" Jacqueline yelled, a booming shrill. Her friend looked up to her, blood flowing out of her mouth like a gory, ruby, waterfall.
"Run..." Arianna whispered as blood seeped out of her t-shirt and onto the floor.

Ghostface then looked at Jacqueline, who was stood, petrified with fear, and dashed towards her. She squealed and leapt for the stairs, bounding up them two at a time. She turned to see the comically corrupt mask approaching up the stairs faster than she had, and she quickly ran up the remainder of them. Fearful and manic, Jacqueline ran into the first bathroom on the upstairs hall, slipping as she entered, turned and slammed it shut. Fumbling with the lock, she eventually twisted it around to lock herself in. Traumatised, her shaking hands ripped out her cell-phone from her jeans pocket and dialled 911. Hearing the menacing footsteps of Ghostface, she whispered to herself.
"Come on, come on, come on..." She was waiting to connect to the emergency services, but it was taking a prolonged amount of time.
"Hello?" The operator spoke gently.
"My friend just got stabbed and there's a creepy man stalking me in her house!" She hurriedly gasped down the phone.
"Just stay calm. What's the address?" The operator quickly asked.
"How can I stay calm? My friend is fucking dead! I-" Jacqueline was suddenly cut off by the distinguished slamming off the bathroom door. She let out a spine-chilling wail, frightened of what was going to happen. She curled up next to the bath-tub and hoped that Ghostface wouldn't be able to get in.
"Hello?" The operator's tinny voice called out before cutting off. Jacqueline quickly glanced and saw she had no signal.
"Fuck! Of course I can't get a fucking cell phone reception!" She threw her phone across the room in frustration, it shattering into a million pieces upon impact. "I knew I shouldn't have moved to fucking Woodsboro!" She angrily belittled herself.

Without warning, the door burst open, and indeed Ghostface stood in the door-frame. It leapt towards Jacqueline but she sneakily leapt past, heading for the stairs. Ghostface chased her, hot on her tracks. She stomped down two steps before slipping and falling down. Her body shot down the staircase, and she moaned out in pain, dazed from her fall. Jacqueline held her head, and found a slightly wet spot; Blood! She opened her eyes to see Ghostface standing over her horrifyingly, waiting for her realisation.
"NO!" Jacqueline screamed out, helpless on the ground. Ghostface stabbed her mercilessly in the stomach, making her groan in pain. "Fuck!" She quickly kicked Ghostface's leg in an attempt to knock him off-balance, but to no avail. Ghostface removed the knife from her stomach and in one speedy movement, pushed the knife into her chest. Jacqueline coughed up blood, it spurting up into the air a small distance before landing back on her face disgustingly. Her wounds soaked the blood, ruining her clothes. "You're such a fucker..." She whispered to Ghostface, who was leaning over her. She closed her eyes and drifted off - dead.