AUTHORS NOTE
This chapter was written by RosalieHale1997 and not edited by me because it was perfect :) Still no reviews :(
Charlotte hauled the heavy box out of the back of her jeep, walking past her parents and the movers van. She walked up the stairs passing her sister Emily who was listening to her iPod some rocky music blaring from the small headphones. I pulled out one of her headphones so I wouldn't have to shout. "You know you could help too." She shrugged taking back her headphone and popping it in her ear before going off into her chosen new room. She sighed walking to her new room and dumping the box in her arms next to the dozen or so others that already lined her floor. Most of her furniture was already in the room and they had painted the walls before they had moved in. Now came the long and boring job, unpacking. She flipped on the television switching to the news channel. Emily walking in without her iPod and they watched the news reporters talk about some girl called Jill Roberts who had managed to survive some attack.
"Seriously, what is wrong with this town?" I looked over to Emily she wore cargo crops, converse with a black t-shirt with some unknown band on the front. Her straight red hair cascaded down to her shoulders. We may be twins but we were so different. I had blonde curly hair that dropped down to my waist and wouldn't dream of ever wearing converse. I was wearing a black spaghetti strapped top with a red skirt and heels.
"I don't know there was some shit about murders in this town about 15 years ago and then it all kicked off again to mark the 15 year anniversary or something. It's so cool!" Emily honestly sounded excited about the mysterious murders of Woodsboro. I was terrified; I mean the ditzy blondes are always the first ones to be killed in a horror movie. There was some Sherriff being interviewed and he confirmed to the press that they had caught the killer. It didn't calm me and there was some girl in a coma due to the attacks! Kiera or something. I looked at Emily completely shaken, she laughed.
"Oh shut up. What did you want anyway?" I asked her as she tried to calm and subside her giggles.
"Dad said dinners ready." She was still giggling so I threw my pillow at her but she still couldn't stop laughing. I shrugged with a sigh walking past her down the stairs and she followed me. Something in one of the rooms caught my eye.
"Carry on I'm just going to the toilet." I told her, making up the excuse in my head. She shrugged and barged past me on the stairs as I walking into the dark room flicking the light on. The window was open and was blowing the curtains around almost violently. I walked over to shut the window, that strange feeling prickling my skin, like I was being watched.