That evening I was lounging across our sofa, waiting for Randy to get off work and come get me so I could stay at his place. His parents were away, and since dad was too, and Sidney had decided she wanted to stay at Tatum's, I was staying in Randy's. It wasn't long until Sidney came down the stairs, dropping her overnight bag by the sofa before dropping down by my feet and turning the TV on.
"The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murders in North Carolina..." the first channel said making her switch to the next.
"The State Bureau of Investigation has joined forces with local authorities to help catch what the Governor has called the most heinous..." the second reporter was saying. Once again she turned the channel over to reveal Gale Weathers standing in front of our school.
"This is not the first time the small town of Bayboro has endured such a tragedy," she was saying, "Only a year ago, Maureen Prescott, wife and mother, was found raped and murdered..." An old black and white photo appeared on the screen as I sat up, my jaw clenching in anger until Sidney turned the TV off completely.
"I hate that woman," I muttered as I closed my eyes and turned away from the TV to get some sleep.
What felt like minutes later my phone rang loudly in synch with the house phone making Sidney leap up to grab the house one as I flipped mine open, "Hey, I got out early," Randy commented from the other end, "I'm on my way."
"It's only just past seven," I commented, "Isn't it a little early?"
"Yeah, but I'm coming anyway," he replied, "Plus this way we can be at my place early and we won't be out in the open too late."
"Casey and Steve weren't out in the open," I pointed out.
"Yeah well, whatever," he chuckled, "I'm grabbing some movies, we'll have a horror-athon just you and me."
"Sounds good," I smiled slightly as I turned my head to see Sidney talking on the phone, only her eyes were looking at me teasingly. "Get some snacks on your way too."
"Like I'd forget your chocolate," he commented making my smile widen, "See you in a bit babe."
"Yeah, see you," I replied before hanging up with a slight blush.
"Whatever, just hurry," Sidney said before hanging up the house phone and turning to me. "Is that a blush?"
"No," I defended as I sat up, cross legged on the sofa.
She was about to say something else when the house phone rang again, "Tatum?" she questioned as she answered it. Only it obviously wasn't at her next question, "Hi, who is this?" There was a pause, "I have no idea."
I looked up at her with a frown, "Aha, Randy, you gave yourself away," she grinned suddenly, "Are you calling from work? Tatum's on her way over." She rolled her eyes at the next question before tossing me the cordless phone making me smirk.
"Hello?" I asked curiously.
"Ah Cassidy," a distorted voice commented, "Do you like Scary Movies, Cassidy?"
"Randy?" I asked with a slightly laugh, "You know, I like that thing you're doing with your voice... it's kinda hot." I looked up at Sidney and grinned.
"What's your favourite Scary Movie?" he asked me making me roll my eyes.
"You know I don't have just one Randy," I replied simply, "I love most of them, though they are all the same."
"And why is that?" he asked, still in the distorted voice.
"Because it's always some killer stalking some big breasted girl, who can't act by the way, who always runs up the stairs when she should be going out the front door," I replied, "They can get ridiculous, but that's why I love them."
There was a pause, and I smirked knowing I had him with that, "Are you and your sister alone in the house?" he asked making me roll my eyes and laugh slightly as I swapped another look with Sidney.
"That is so unoriginal," I accused, "You disappoint me Randy."
"Maybe that's because I'm not Randy," he commented making me tense slightly.
"So who are you?" I asked him.
"The question is not, who I am," he replied, "The question is, where I am."
"So where are you?" I asked, standing up considering I knew the cliché answer to that question.
"Your front porch," he replied making me roll my eyes.
"Really now?" I asked sarcastically as I pressed the button for speaker phone, "And why exactly would you call us from the front porch?"
Sidney moved to the window at my question, just to check, "That's the original part," he replied and Sidney shook her head to tell me she couldn't see anything.
"Yeah well, we call your bluff," I commented and with that I moved to the front door and slid the bolt off, pulling the door open to reveal and empty porch.
"So where are you?" Sidney asked as she appeared next to me.
"Right here," he replied.
"So you can see us, right now?" I asked him challengingly.
"Uh-huh," he replied making me roll my eyes, I glanced at Sidney.
"So what's Sidney doing, right now?" I asked and as I did I pulled a face as she pretended to pick her nose. There was no reply making me smirk widely, "Nice try, Randy. Move your ass and hurry up and get here or I'm cancelling on your ass."
I moved to hang up, "If you hang up now you'll both die, just like your mother," the voice commented making me stop and tense, "Do you want to die? Your mother didn't!"
"FUCK YOU!" I screamed at the phone before hanging up and going back inside after Sidney, slamming the door shut and locking it with the bolt.
As I turned and leaned against the door to calm down the closet door slammed open and a figure dressed in black with a white mask jumped out, slamming hard into Sidney. They landed in a heap on the floor and I tossed the phone before grabbing him, pulling her away from him before sending him crashing to the floor with a kick. He was up instantly though and had me by the neck just as quick, a silver knife hovering a little away from my face.
"Run," I snapped at my sister as I grappled with the psycho, she hesitated as I sent my head forward, my forehead colliding with the masked one, making it veer backward, dropping it to the floor as I sent another kick to its gut. "Move!" I grabbed her and pulled the door open, only for it to catch on the chain making me growl.
The figure was back on its feet and as I caught sight of it I grabbed Sidney and did just what I told myself I'd never do in a situation like this. I ran up the stairs, the psycho right behind us. The psycho grabbed at Sidney's foot, making her stumble forwards into me... I grabbed at the wall to keep my balance before snatching a vase from the table nearby and smashing it hard on the psycho's head, he went tumbling down the stairs as we ran for Sidney's room.
Once there she locked the door behind us and closed her closet door so that the bedroom one would catch on it if it opened. Just as we backed off slightly, the bedroom door slammed open, but just as we hoped the closet one caught it and Sidney grabbed for her desk phone, seeing as my cell was down the stairs. "It's dead," she commented desperately as I watched the psycho rush the door a few times, splintering the frame, but the door stayed strong.
"Computer," I replied finally, moving to her desk and typing furiously. I brought up the fax modem and sent a 9-1-1 out for help: HELP! KILLER 34 ELM ST.
"Cassie," Sidney muttered suddenly making me turn to the sudden silence at the door, the psycho was gone. Glancing back at the screen I got the reply of: Stay calm. Police enroute.
And as I let out a breath of relief a sudden noise sounded from the window making me jump up and place myself in front of Sidney... only it was Billy climbing through, looking at us in shock.
"Oh Billy," Sidney whimpered, "Please... God..."
"I heard screaming," he told us, "The door was locked. Are you okay?"
"The killer," I replied, "He's here... he's trying to..."
He pulled himself through the window, but as he did a cell phone dropped out of his pocket and I backed off slightly. I could hear the sirens getting closer in the distance but I grabbed Sidney's arm and unlocked the doors, bolting from the room dragging her along with me as Billy yelled for us to wait.
After stumbling down a few steps, we finally reached the door and once I got it open I let out a shriek at the sight of the ghost mask in front of us. I scrambled back, taking Sidney with me, and we both dropped to the floor only for Dewey to drop the mask and look at us in shock. "Dewey," we whimpered before getting up quickly and throwing ourselves into his arms.
"Hey, it's okay," he tried to comfort us as he pulled us out of the way, Dewey's partner come into the house as I burrowed myself as close the deputy as I could get.