Nightfall came too soon for Ashley. She sat in the coroner of Jill's room, watching as Charlie and Jill got ready for the first of many murders. They had packed a small duffel bag with the Ghostface costume, a knife, and three cameras. By 6:00, the three were ready to go.

"You ready Ashley?" Charlie asked, picking up the bag, and then taking Jill's hand. He smirked at her, and so did Jill. "Please don't make me do this." She pleaded, but still followed them out of Jill's room. Jill broke away from Charlie and turned around to face her. "If you don't do this, you'll be the first murder, understand?" She snarled, pushing her into the wall. Ashley nodded fearfully, as Jill's touch almost seemed to burn her. "Good. Now let's go." Jill said curtly, turning back around and walking back up beside Charlie.

Jill, Charlie, and Ashley all piled into Charlie's small car, and he drove off. It was only a few blocks until they would reach Jenny Randall's house. The streets were deserted, creating the perfect night for a murder.

Parking the car a block away from their target's house, the three teens quickly got out of the car. "Let's go, let's do this." Jill said excitedly. She got the duffel bag, unzipped it, and scrambled to put the Ghostface costume on. Lastly, Jill smiled to herself and pulled the mask over her head. Without saying a word, Jill turned, and started walking towards the Randall house.

It only took the trio five minutes to reach Jenny's house. Charlie took a hold of the back of Ashley's shirt, and then took one last look into the deep, black holes of eyes in the Father Death mask. "Good luck Jill." He said, before dragging Ashley off with him.

Ashley felt incredibly nauseous, like she could throw up at any moment. But she knew that would earn her a knife in her stomach, and she held down the bile in her throat. Charlie led her around the back of the house, and they reached a glass door. Through it they could see almost the entire first floor, and the two girls watching a movie on the house. Charlie took one of the small cameras and set it in the lower right corner of the door. Charlie pressed the record button and stood back up. Grabbing, the back of Ashley's shirt again, he nudged her over towards the side of the door and they both crouched down.

"Now Jill has a small camera hidden inside the mask, so our viewers with see what she sees. You'll have the same set up. Then this camera, will give the viewers more of a….movie shot." Charlie explained as they watched the two oblivious girls. Ashley was bewildered at his calmness. Then the straight haired girl, Ashley recognized her from her school as Jenny Randall, got up and headed upstairs. Ashley took the time to talk to Charlie. "So, people will see this?" She asked. "Of course, how do you think we're going to get famous?" Charlie scoffed. Ashley nodded and turned her attention back to the murder scene playing out before them.

The other girl, Ashley didn't know her, had gotten up, and was now in the kitchen. Charlie and Ashley had to crane their necks to see her. Then the ring of a phone leaked through the door. "Showtime." Charlie whispered excitedly. Ashley watched as the girl picked up the phone. Her face looked concerned, then angry. Ashley's breath caught in her throat when she saw a dark cloaked figure run around the corner and start stabbing the girl repeatedly. Turning to look at Charlie, Ashley could see the fascinated look etched across his face. The freshly killed dead girl's sweater was drenched in blood, and Ashley watched in surprise as Jill started dragging the body towards Charlie and herself. Without saying a word, Charlie opened the door and took the body from Jill. "How are we on time?" Jill's muffled voice came from behind the ghost mask. "Perfect." Charlie informed her, bending down to check the time on the camera. Jill nodded, whirled around, and ran towards the stairway.

Jill had gone deeper into the house and hidden herself. Jenny walked down the stairs slowly, her lips moving soundlessly, as the glass doors prevented Charlie and Ashley from hearing her. Charlie pulled a cellphone from his pocket and entered an app with Ghostface's mask as the icon. His fingers tapped quickly on the screen before pulling the IPhone up to his ear.

After a few moments off silence, Charlie replied on the phone, "Yes I can." Ashley glanced between the doors and Charlie. "Not an app." She heard Charlie say. Jenny wondered closer to the door and Ashley back up a little bit more. She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around on her heels, Ashley's eyes widened as she saw Jill standing behind her. She had removed her mask for the time being, and now smiled at Ashley. "Enjoying the show?" She whispered, pointing back at Charlie.

"Do I sound like a Trevor to you? Think of me as your director. You're in my movie; you got a fun part, so don't blow it." Charlie said, a little bit louder into the phone. Amused by the response, a large smile spread across his face. "Same one Marnie's in, only she got cut way back. But you, you're the dumb blonde with big tits. We'll have some fun with you before you die." He emphasized the last three words, peeking around the corner at Jenny.

Ashley actually heard Jenny's voice now, she was practically shouting. "I have a 4.0 GPA and 135 IQ, asshole! What did you do with Marnie?" Came the voice from within the house. Charlie's smile was still on his face. "She's on the cutting room floor."

Jenny's voice had quieted some, and Ashley only heard the word "funny". Jill grabbed Ashley, forced her to stand up, and then whispered into her ear. "Throw her through the door when he says running." She hissed quickly. Ashley hesitated for a moment and then picked up the dead girl by her waist.

"This isn't a comedy; it's a horror film. People live, people die, and you better start running." Ashley heaved the limp body through the glass, and watched it shatter. She dove out of the door way, back to where Charlie was crouched. Jill had pulled her mask back on, and popped into the door way. Ashley heard Jenny's high pitched scream and then the sound of feet pounding up stairs.

"Come on, we need to get to the garage." Charlie said, picking up the duffel bag and then grabbing Ashley by the arm. He took of running, dragging Ashley behind him. They ran around the side of the house and came to a white door. Opening it, the two teenagers stepped into a dark room, smelling of wood and paint. They could hear feet pounding as the murder continued upstairs.

Charlie hurried to place a camera at the corner of the very top step. He pressed record, and the ushered Ashley behind the steps. The second that they had stepped behind the flight of stairs, a door snapped open, and they heard foot steps directly above them. Then, a scream and sickening sound that Ashley knew all too well, the sound of blade piercing flesh, echoed in the large garage.

Peeking between the wooden steps, Ashley watched as Jenny tumbled down them, blood streaming down her back. Ashley could still feel her own bruises from the same injury. She hadn't realized this yet, but there were tears streaming down her face. Two black shoes appeared in front of Charlie and Ashley, and they walked slowly down the steps.

Lights flashed on in the room as Jenny pressed the garage opener. Crawling towards the opening escape, Ashley watched in sadness as the blonde got only half way through the opening before Jill pressed the small white button. The garage door started closing, and it crushed the teenager's back, sending a sickening sound vibrating through the air. Jenny cried out and sobbed as she realized that she was truly going to die.

As Jill rolled Jenny over onto her back, Charlie nudged Ashley out from under the stairs. Both of them crept quietly up behind Jill as she raised the knife and plunged it into Jenny's rapidly rising chest. A pitiful choking noise escaped the blonde's mouth, and she fell limp. Jill stood up, and removed the mask, taking out the small camera and turning it off. "That went perfectly." She beamed, turning to look at her victim. Suddenly, Jenny's eyes popped open, and she sputtered for air, blood spewing out her mouth.

"Hmm. I guess it didn't go so perfect." Charlie noted, putting an arm around Jill. "No matter, I'll just finish her off. Wait, why don't we let Ashley do it?" Jill said, turning and smirking at the 15 year old. "I…I don't think I can." Ashley's voice cracked as she stared at the suffering girl.

Charlie grabbed the back of Ashley's head and forced her to kneel down beside Jenny. "Do it, or there will be three dead bodies to find tomorrow." He threatened, shoving the knife into her hand. "Charlie, be nice." Jill said, kneeling down next to Ashley. "Look, I know you don't want to be here, but I can't let you out of this. It'll be over before you know it." Jill actually comforted Ashley, putting a gentle hand on her back. Ashley nodded stiffly and raised the knife.

Her hand shook as she plunged the blade into Jenny's throat. Ashley could feel the blade slicing through the girl's muscles and windpipe through the handle. Jenny's helpless eyes stared back into Ashley's, glistening with the last tears she would ever cry. Wrenching the blade free of the bloody throat, Ashley dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor, sending small drops of blood flying.