A/N: Thank you so much to those who reviewed. I really appreciate it. And you all had really good ideas too. Please review, it motivates me to write more and update sooner. Oh, and in this chapter, just because I used the pronoun 'they' does not mean that there are two people, I just didn't want to use 'he/she' in reference to the killer.
When reading this, imagine Mindy as that blonde cheerleader in the movie that always wears her hair up in a ponytail. She's the one that is trying to steal the ball away from Chad in the scene where Troy gets off the bus on the first day back from break. As for Steve, just imagine some guy you really don't like.
Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical
It was a Tuesday night. Mindy Smith's parents had gone out to a dinner party and weren't due back home until late. Mindy was in the kitchen, getting ready to make popcorn, and waiting for her boyfriend Steve Collins to call and say that he was on his way over. Since her parents were out of the house, she and Steve planned to watch a scary movie together. When the phone finally rang, she was slightly disappointed that her boyfriend's number was the number that was on her caller id. Although she did not recognize the cell number, she answered the phone anyway.
"Hello?" Mindy asked.
"Hello, who am I speaking to?" a voice asked.
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?" the voice responded.
"What number are you trying to reach?" Mindy questioned.
"I don't know..." the person said, pressing the voice box to their mouth for an added effect.
"Well, I think you have the wrong number." Mindy giggled.
"Do I?"
"It happens take it easy."
Click. Mindy hung up.
The phone rang again only a few seconds later. Mindy turned around, slightly annoyed, and answered the phone again, "Hello?"
"I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number." the person said mischievously.
"So why did you dial it again?" Mindy laughed.
"To apologize..."
She rolled her eyes, "You're forgiven, bye now."
"Wait, don't hang up," the voice interrupted, "I wanna talk to you for a second."
"They've got 900 numbers for that, see ya."
Click
She set the phone down on the kitchen counter and walked over to the stove and lit the burner. The phone rang yet again. She groaned loudly as she walked to the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"Why don't you want to talk to me?" the person asked pensively.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine."
"I don't think so." She grabbed the handle of her Jiffy pop popcorn and moved it gently around the flame. The kernels rattled about within the tin foil.
"What's that noise?" the person asked.
"Popcorn." Mindy answered.
"You're making popcorn?"
"Uh huh!" she said cheerfully.
"You know I only eat popcorn at the movies."
"Well I'm getting ready to watch a video," she explained.
"Really, what?"
"Oh just some scary movie."
"Do you like scary movies?"
"Uh huh." she answered.
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
Mindy shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know."
"You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?"
"Um, Halloween, you know the one with the guy in the white mask that stalks baby sitters? What's yours?"
"Guess."
"Um, Nightmare on Elm Street." she responded as she moved from the kitchen into the living room.
"Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?"
"Yeah, Freddy Krueger!"
"Freddy, right, I liked that movie, it was scary."
"Yeah, the first one was but the rest sucked," she commented.
The person decided to get the show on the road and up the ante, "So, you got a boyfriend?"
"Why, you wanna ask me out on a date?" Mindy asked, very flirtatiously, captivated by the deep raspy voice.
"Maybe...do you have a boyfriend?"
"No." said Mindy, as she placed the videos up on the television set.
"You never told me your name."
"Why do you wanna know my name?"
"Because I want to know who I'm looking at." The person peeped into the window so as to frame her reaction. She was the atypical dumb blonde, horror film bimbo.
Her eyes got wide. "What did you say?"
Outside the neighbor's dog began barking. "I wanna know who I'm talking to."
"That's not what you said." She nervously scanned the living room.
"What do you think I said?"
Mindy flipped on the patio light and surveyed the property. She saw nothing, "Look, I gotta go."
"Wait, I thought we were gonna go out?"
"Nah, I don't think so," she said as she quickly locked the patio doors.
"Don't you hang up on me." the tone of voice was all the more menacing now.
Click
She started to the kitchen, but the phone rang again. She glared down at the phone. "Yes!" answered a very agitated Mindy.
"I told you not to hang up on me."
"What do you want?" she asked angrily.
"To talk."
"Well, dial someone else, okay!"
Click
Mindy then walked into the kitchen to find that it was starting to fill with smoke. She started to the stove. The person, however, was angry that she kept hanging up, so they pressed redial, again.
When the phone rang again, she was fed up. "Listen asshole . . .!" she screamed.
"No you listen you little bitch!" the person cut her off mid sentence, "You hang up on me again and I'm gonna gut you like a fish, understand!"
Mindy got quiet. She was going to give this person her undivided attention now, "Is this some kind of a joke?" she whispered.
"More of a game, really," the person paused before asking, "Can you handle that, blondie?"
Mindy bolted for the doors and locked all of them. The person was hanging low in the bushes when they heard the front door latch. They looked up to see Mindy peeping out of the window.
"Can you see me?" they taunted.
"Listen, I am two seconds away from calling the police." Mindy threatened.
"They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere." the killer interrupted.
"What do you want?" she pleaded.
"To see what your insides look like!" the killer cackled. The laugh was that of pure evil. She hung up the phone again and held her stomach. She was so scared it was making her sick.
The killer, enjoying watching her terror, reached up and rang the doorbell.
"Who's there?" she stuttered, "Who's there? I'm calling the police!"
She grabbed the phone, but it rang before she could turn it on herself. Mindy screamed bloody murder. She clicked on the receiver.
"You should never say who's there," the killer said before Mindy had a chance to answer, "Don't you ever watch scary movies? It's a death wish. You might as well come out here to investigate a strange noise or something!"
"Look, you've had your fun now so I think you'd better just leave or else."
"Or else what?"
"Or else my boyfriend will be here any second, and he'll be pissed when he finds out."
The killer decided to toy with her and give her some inkling of hope, "I thought you didn't have a boyfriend?"
"I lied! I do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any second so your ass better be gone!"
"Sure."
"I swear, he's big and he plays football and he'll kick the shit out of you!" she shrieked.
"Oh, I'm getting scared. I'm shaking in my boots."
"So you better just leave," Mindy whimpered.
"His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?"
Mindy gasped, "How do you know his name?"
"Turn on the patio lights, again."
Steve had been positioned on the porch so that when Mindy turned the lights on again, Steve would be in full view. When the lights came on Mindy's reaction was everything the killer had hoped for.
Mindy screamed and screamed again, all rational thought gone. She started to unlock the door.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" the killer warned.
"Where are you, where are you!" Mindy screamed.
"Guess!"
"No! Please, don't hurt him!"
"That all depends on you!"
"Why are you doing this?"
"I wanna play a game."
"No!"
"Then he dies right now!"
"Nooooo! Please!" she cried.
"Which is it? Which is it?" the killer demanded.
"Well, what...kind...of a game?"
"Turn off the lights; you'll see what kind of game."
Mindy hesitated momentarily, her face drenched in tears.
"Just do it!"
She turned off the lights and cowered in the corner. Mindy listened as the killer outlined the rules of the game. The killer was confident that Mindy would lose. They doubted that Mindy would answer the trick question correctly. No one ever did. That was the beauty of the game.
The killer wanted to give her a false sense of security, that if she did answer the question right she would actually be allowed to live. So they asked who the killer was in Halloween. That was easy, Michael Myers. But now it was time for the trick question.
"Name the killer in Friday the 13th."
Before she could think the question through, Mindy leapt from the corner, "Jason! Jason! It was Jason!"
"I'm sorry that's the wrong answer!"
Mindy begged and pleaded with the killer, but it was to no avail. Jason wasn't the killer in Friday the 13th. It was his mother, Mrs. Voorhies.
"Lucky for you there's a bonus round, but poor Steve, I'm afraid, he's out."
In the darkness, the killer ran across the veranda and plunged the knife, deep, into Steve's groin. The football player screamed dreadfully. The killer ripped the knife from Steve's groin all the way towards his sternum bone. Steve's head lolled back and forth, life had left his eyes. The blood had splattered all over Steve's clothes and the porch.
The light returned. Once Mindy saw Steve's insides hanging from his body, she cowered back into the corner behind the television set.
"Hey, we're not finished yet," the killer said ominously, "final question, are you ready?"
"Please leave me alone."
"Answer the question and I will," the killer paused for an effect, "What door am I at?"
"What?"
"There are two main doors to your house, the front door and the patio doors. If you answer correctly, you live, very simple."
"Please don't do this, I can't I won't."
"Your call."
In the next moment she was startled as a lawn chair came exploding through the glass patio doors. Bits and pieces of wood and glass shattered everywhere. Mindy rushed into the kitchen, which was clouded by smoke and smelled of burnt popcorn kernels, and armed herself with a butcher knife. She peeked down the hall and saw a flash of black run into the living room. She quietly ducked out the nearest door and backed up against the fence, hoping he wouldn't see her.
Luck seemed to be on her side, for just a minute or so later, she saw the lights of her parents' car making its way up their long driveway. As the car got closer, she bent down and set the knife down and started crawling closer to the driveway. She stood up and looked into the living room. Just at that moment the killer turned around and punched their hand through the glass and grabbed Mindy by the arm. She screamed and hit Ghostface with the cordless phone she was still carrying. While the killer recuperated, Mindy bolted again.
Mindy rounded the corner just as her parents pulled into the driveway. The next thing she new she was tackled for the killer had leaped through the living room window. They both immediately got to their feet and began running. The killer, however, was too fast for her and caught up to her in an instant and pulled the knife out and plunged into her chest. Mindy collapsed to the ground, bleeding. She started to hyperventilate.
Ghostface straddled the girl and held the blade to her throat. Mindy knocked the knife away. Just as quickly the killer locked her neck in a chokehold and squeezed as hard as possible. Mindy gasped. She couldn't breathe. The killer's grip was strong and unrelenting. Mindy struggled to break free. It took nearly all of her strength just to remain conscious, so in one last attempt she fought back – she kicked the killer in the groin. The killer recoiled in pain, which gave Mindy one more opportunity to escape. In peripheral view Ghostface saw Mindy escaping, and her parents moving toward the front door.
Fortunately for the killer Mindy's vocal chords had been crushed, so try as she might Mindy couldn't scream. That put Ghostface at an advantage as her parents passed by, oblivious to their dying daughter.
The slasher turned Mindy around and roughly slammed her to the ground. Ghostface held the knife up high, but before the knife could be plunged into her chest, Mindy reached for the mask and pulled it from the killer's face. She was shocked, but you couldn't tell by her expression, she was too tired from gasping for air. It didn't matter that Mindy now knew her killer's identity, for the killer raised the knife up and stabbed her over and over again.
Ghostface ripped the mask out of her hand, put it back on, grabbed her by the hem of her blood stained pants and dragged her into the front yard. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were about to get the shock of their lives.
Inside the house, Mindy's parents were frantic. They both had just heard their daughter's dying gasps over the phone. Mr. Smith was urging his wife to go to their neighbor's house and call the police.
"Not my daughter! Not my daughter!" Mrs. Smith cried as her husband ushered her out the door. When she turned around outside, she let out an ear-splitting scream. There was her daughter's slain corpse, hanging from a tree in their front yard in a makeshift noose that the killer had made from the tree swing. Blood was all over her clothes. She looked like a bloodied scarecrow.
This chapter was really hard to write. I hated having to say the person/the killer a million times. I'm also going to refer to the killer as Ghostface. If you've seen the movie Scream, then you know this is pretty much the exact same, but I have other ideas for the rest the story that I would rather use on more important characters. Anyway, please review.