Woodsboro doesn't have any five star resorts. No Hiltons, no Marriott, not even a motel six. The only place to stay in town is The Chilton Inn. It's not too fancy, around a dozen rooms with your basic fixtures, bed, bathroom, television, dresser, a table and a chair. In one room is a freaked out reporter.

Holly looks like shit. Well, not really, just less "Holly Hale" then usual. She looks tired as she downs another pill. She's not sure what they are but they make her feel fan-fucking-tastic. At least better than she did a few hours ago, when she found her cameraman murdered. Not just any kind of murdered either, no, horror movie murdered.

"Fucking great." Holly mumbled as she looked at herself in the hotel mirror. Her hair was tied back and she was in clothes that are more comfortable. Before it was all about the story. Now, she's just a bit too emotional to even turn on the television.

Walking over to the bed, she collapses onto it. Her arms and legs outstretched, on her stomach, her head turned towards the left. Opening her eyes she takes in the sight of not only her equipment, but also Joey's too. Sighing she sits up. Still staring at the items, cords, microphones, and one of Joey's camera.

Convincing the police not to take most of the equipment as evidence was a hassle. Everything with even a drop of blood was to be bagged and tagged. Not wanting to lose the footage she had already shot Holly made sure to snag the tape out of the camera Joey had been using. The tape was now sitting snugly in one of the small dresser drawers. She hadn't had the chance to watch it. Not getting back to the room until early this morning to unwind for a bit before trying to sleep.

At this point, she was running on fumes but still couldn't sleep. Standing up she decides to run through the film now. What way to make herself feel better than to see herself being fabulous on film. Getting the tape out of the drawer, she picked up Joey's camera inserting the tape before rewinding the footage. Sitting back on the bed, she waited a minute or so before pressing play.

"This is Holly Hale reporting from Woodsboro…" Holly watched herself say, it was taped in front of the high school, where most reporters had started on the story of the teen murders. Fast forwarding she got to the footage of last night. She could just make herself out in the crowd of reporters in front of the police station. Fast-forwarding more, there was nothing good here anyway; she pressed play after a second or two.

"…Holly! Where are you going?" Holly heard Joey's voice from the film, dropping the camera onto the bed as she stood. Shaking slightly she quickly began lighting a cigarette. She couldn't remember if smoking was allowed or not but right now, she didn't really care. Leaning against the dresser, she took a long puff from the cigarette, closing her eyes trying to calm herself, before releasing the smoke. She was bringing the cigarette up to her lips to take another puff when she heard a noise. Looking towards where the sound had originated she realized the camera was still on.

Moving to sit back on the bed, she brought the camera closer. She didn't see anything, it looked like the road. She figured Joey must have still been holding the camera down. She could just barely hear him mumbling something before the camera began rotating in moving in all directions before being set down in the passenger seat, Joey now in full view. Holly tried to keep it together, watching his final moments.

Joey moved into the front seat, closing the door and fully relaxing in the seat. Holly heard him sigh, most likely tired of the shit she had been putting him trough, when an arm reached from behind his seat, grabbing him around his neck. Holly gasped as she watched someone stab him in the chest with their free arm several times, blood trickling out of Joey's mouth. The cameraman was moaning in agonizing pain, still very much alive before the attacker removed their arm from around his throat, just to slit it mere moments later.

In shock and tears, Holly tries to look away from the screen but cannot, watching as Joey dies. She watches as a sudden flash of light enters the van, the sliding door opening before quickly closing. Her eyes go wide when she sees something unexpected. Quickly rewinding the footage, she watched again as the sliding door opens and closes, and then a person walks by the front door. Gasping in shock, she realizes she has the killer on film. The killer. In shock, she watches the scene over again, at least four times. She doesn't know who it is but could recognize them if she saw them in a crowded room.

She dropped the camera. Pulling another cigarette from her pack before she began pacing. This was big news, big, big, news and she was just the reporter to deal with it. But what to do with it, that was the question. She wouldn't be able to identify the killer on film because who the fuck did she know in this shit stain of a town.

Stopping suddenly, she realized, she did know someone.

SCREAMSCREAMSCREAM

"Woodsboro Police Department, what is your emergency?" The officer asked with that bored tone people get when they've been doing the same thing for too long.

"Hello, this is Holly Hale and-" Holly began before the Officer so rudely interrupted.

"I've already told you Ms. Hale. I cannot release any information on the-"

"No, no, no, no. I am not looking for any goddamn information. I have more information then you could possibly believe. I talked to an Officer last night, tall, dark brown hair, very attractive." Holly said, not remembering if the officer had ever told her his name.

"Porter? He's out right now, can I take a message?" The officer asked a tinge of interest in his voice.

Not wanting to risk her scoop getting out, or sure what the idiot on the other end would do with it, decided to wait for him to contact her.

"Just tell him I called and that I am staying at the…Chilton Inn. I have some information and need to talk to him. Immediatley."

"Alright Ms. Hale. Have a pleasant day." The officer said before hanging up.

"Yeah, you too jackass." Holly said into the phone before slamming the device onto the receiver.

Lying down on the bed, she closed her eyes. Figuring she could get some rest in while she waited for the Officer. It was only a few minutes later that the phone rang.

"Ugh!" Holly groaned as she sat up, reaching for the phone.

"I really didn't think you'd get back to me this quickly." Holly said, figuring it was the hotty cop.

"Well I'd hate to keep you waiting." A voice said, Holly didn't know who it was, but it definitely was not the officer from last night.

"I'm, sorry. I thought you were someone else. Who is this?" She asked confused as to who the caller could possibly be.

"Oh, I'm a big fan of yours Holly." The voice said, clearly a male, his voice was charming with a bit of a growl to it.

"Really? Well someone in this town has taste." Holly said, smirking into the phone. At least someone was giving her the attention she deserved.

"I've been watching you since you arrived. You're very pretty." He said, the charm practically oozing out of the phone.

"Well, thanks. That's very…sweet." She replied feeling flattered and just a bit wigged out. Something was off about this conversation.

"Especially right now. Alone, sitting on that bed, so…vulnerable. Wouldn't you say so, Holly?" He said, the tone of his voice changing a bit.

"What? Can-can you see me?" She asked, fear beginning to edge into her voice.

"I said I've been watching since you arrived, Holly. I'm a big fan. I've even got your next story for you." He said, still charming but now a menacing tone to it.

"What, what story?" She was afraid now. She's feeling stupid for answering the phone. Knowing fully well that was this guys whole shtick.

"The one about the reporter found in a motel room. Her body mutilated, insides covering the walls!" He yelled into the phone.

"Fuck you asshole!" Holly yelled back, trying to hold her tears back.

"Oh, that hurts, I'm in pain. But not as much as you will be when I stab you in the fucking face!" He yelled.

Holly hung up the phone. Standing she ran to the door, making sure it was locked. She was shaking with fear as she leaned on the door, tears streaming down her face when a heavy weight hit the other side. Jumping Holly moved as far away from the door as she possibly could, hearing every cracking sound the door made when the weight hit it repeatedly.

She had hit the farthest corner, now cowering in fear on the floor, when the pounding stopped. Looking up from where she had been hiding her face in her hands, she stood. There were no sounds coming from the other side of the door. The only thing she heard was her own ragged breathing.

She jumped when the phone began ringing. Looking at the offending device she walked to it slowly, picking it up and putting it to here ear.

"What?" She asked as a tired and fearful expression appeared on her face and in her voice.

"Wrong door." The voice said slowly with a laugh, as if it was all a big joke.

"Wh-what?" Holly asked before hearing the click of the other line disconnect and a loud bang from behind her.

The bathroom door had been thrown open and Ghostface was running right at her.

Screaming Holly ducked down as the cloaked figure tried to jump over the bed to reach her. Miscalculating he ended up hitting the wall on the other side. Holly ran, trying to open the front door while he regained his balance, running towards the reporter. Screaming she again ran, this time to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

She tried to hit the lock, cursing to herself when she realized there wasn't one on the door. She held the doorknob for dear life, using all of her weight to keep the door closed when the attacker tried to pry it open.

She was screaming for help, for him to stop, for everything that she had. She was sliding and she wasn't sure how long she could keep the door closed. When things quieted down again. Breathing fast, she still had both of her hands in a death grip on the knob, trying to keep whoever it was from getting inside. Slowly, she stood, her body pressed against the door as she tried to hear anything outside.

Listening she couldn't hear anything…until there was a loud boom before she screamed in pain. Moving from the door she realized she had been stabbed in the side, through the door, in panic she moved her hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Only realizing her mistake when the door burst open and Ghostface stood, staring on the other end. Screaming Holly tried to run in the small bathroom before Ghostface quickly tackled her and dove his knife into her hot flesh. One, two, three times before stopping, Holly now a bloody mess, gasping for breathes. He stares at her, cocking his head as if he was questioning her before raising his blade high above him and plunging it deep in Holly's body.