Hey Arnold! SCREAM

Nine year old Rhonda Wellington Lloyd sat on her chaise longue, playing with her hair and eating cereal. She was watching Evil Twin 2 until a sudden phone ring came to her ears. Rolling her eyes, she stood up and grabbed the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello, who is this?" a firm, masculine voice asked.

"Who are you trying to reach? I think you have the wrong number."

"Oh, alright." Rhonda rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. But just as she was about to sit back down, the phone rang again. She groaned and went back to pick it up, "Hello?"

"Sorry, I must've gotten the wrong number."

Rhonda giggled, "So why did you dial it again?"

"To apologize."

"Well, apology accepted! Goodby-"

"Wait, don't hang up."

Rhonda raised an eyebrow at this, "Why?"

"I wanna talk."

"Yeah right, talk to someone else!"

Again, she hung up.

But it only lasted for a few seconds, as the phone rang again! At this point being more than upset, Rhonda yanked the phone into her grasp once again, "Hello?"

"Why don't you wanna talk to me?"

Rhonda looked up, "Who is this?"

"You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine."

Rhonda laughed, "I don't think so!"

"But I wanna know who I'm looking at."

Rhonda stopped in the middle of the room, "W-what did you just say?"

"Uhm, because I wanna know who I'm talking to."

"That's not what you said! Bye!"

"Don't hang up on me!"

But it was too late. Rhonda immediately closed the phone and ran to her window, looking outside to see if anyone was out there. She was home alone, you see. And her parents were out to a fancy dinner party with business acquaintances. They wouldn't be back for atleast a half an hour.

As she looked on, however, the phone rang again. Frightened, she softly walked to where the phone was and picked it up, "Y-yes?"

"I told you not to hang up on me."

"W-what do you want?"

"Someone to talk to."

"Well, talk to someone else!" she yelled as she closed the phone, only for it to ring seconds later.

"Listen jer-"

"No you listen you little bitch! If you hang up on me, I'll gut you like a fish! Do you understand?!"

The tough girl in Rhonda vanished immediately, "I-is this some kind of joke?"

"More of a game, really."

"W-what do you want?!"

"To see what your insides look like! Are you fine with that, Rhonda?"

Panicking, Rhonda ran across the house, locking all doors and shutting down every window in sight. She looked out of one of them.

"Can you see me?"

"W-"

DING DONG!

"AAAAAAH!" Rhonda screamed.

"What's wrong, Rhonda?

"LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU CREEP! OR ELS-"

"Or else what?"

"OR ELSE MY SECURITY GUARD IS GONNA COME IN AND BEAT THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU!"

"Oh really?"

"Y-YEAH! SO YOU BETTER LEAVE!"

"His name couldn't possibly be John Swamby, right?"

Rhonda's face turned blue, she froze as if she were in Siberia for 5 years straight without proper clothing, "H-how?" Rhonda asked, "H-how do you know his name?"

"Turn on the padeo lights."

Shaking, Rhonda barely lifted her finger to click on her lights, but only to a traumatizing discovery.

There was her bodyguard, tied up and beaten to a pulp. On instinct she went to open the door, much to the caller's anger.

"If you open that he dies!"

"W-wait, no! What do you want?!"

"From what I remember, you got an 80 in history. Am I correct?"

"H-how did yo-"

"Forget that, is it true or not?!"

Rhonda sighed, "Y-yes."

"Good. Now, for both of your lives, I'm gonna ask a couple of questions. If you get it right, you live! But if you get it wrong, you die! Are you ready?"

"Please-"

"Question 1: What year did the American Revolutionary War start in?"

"Pl-"

"Hello? Don't you know that little John here is counting on you?"

Rhonda, even with tears pouring from her eyes, can see the pure desperation in her bodyguard's eyes. She couldn't let him die. "1776."

"Good! Now for the real question-"

"NOOOOO!"

"But you're doing so well! We can't stop now! Anyway, time for Question 2: Who discovered America?"

Rhonda jumped, "COLUMBUS! CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS!"

A laugh came from the phone, "I'm sorry, that's the wrong answer!"

Rhonda shook her head viciously, "No! No it's not, it was Columbus! I read about him so much!"

"If you did you would've known that it was the Vikings that discovered America, Columbus came hundreds of years later!"

Rhonda frowned, fearing what would come next, "Y-you tricked me!"

"Oh, boo hoo! Lucky for you there's a bonus round! But poor John, I'm afraid HE'S OUT!"

Rhonda looked up to see her bodyguard screaming from pain and agony. His insides were coming out as his head limped over; he was dead.

Rhonda began to bawl as the phone laughed evilly, "We're not finished yet, kid."

"P-please, I-I'm begging you! Leave me alone!" she murmured to the phone.

"Don't worry, after this question, I will!"

Rhonda breathed a sigh of relief, "W-well, w-what i-is it?"

"What door am I at?"

"H-HUH?"

"Wrong answer!"

Rhonda heard a crash through the windows as she gasped and sprinted out of the house. She tried not to gag at her bodyguard's body as she went from sprinting to lightly walking, in order to not attract the killer. However, as she walked she saw a figure in her window. Raising an eyebrow, she looked inside only for the figure to look behind.

The figure was donning a potato sack for a mask with eye holes cut out. The figure, seemingly male, was also wearing a blue jean jacket, along with black jogging pants and blue PF sneakers. Leather gloves were included to create the most terrifying sight Rhonda had ever witnessed.

The man grabbed Rhonda by the throat, trying to choke her. But Rhonda punched him in the throat and headbutted him, releasing the grip and allowing her to sprint away. As she ran, she stopped to see her parents' car driving back to the house. "MOOOOOOM! DAAAAAD!" she was about to yell more, however the man tackled her to the ground.

As they each got up, there was not much of a height difference between them. They seemed even, making it questionable if this was a stranger. She tried to run, but the killer grabbed her and stabbed her with his pocket knife. Rhonda collapsed to the ground, looking at the wound. It was right in the neck. The killer raised his knife to stab her again but was kicked away by Rhonda.

She tried limping to the car, and she yelled. But her vocal cords had been stabbed, and she collapsed to the ground once more in sheer pain as her parents entered the home.

Rhonda looked up; the killer was there. She grabbed the mask weakly, revealing the true culprit. As she saw the man who donned the mask, she closed her eyes. That face was the last thing she ever saw.

Meanwhile, Rhonda's parents searched frantically all over the house, calling her name. Upon finding John's body, their worries were confirmed. Where was Rhonda?

Rhonda's father searched the rooms but was disturbed by his wife's shriek of complete terror. He ran down the stairs, outside to witness the horrible sight his wife was witnessing.

It was Rhonda, who's body was covered with blood and was hung to the nearest tree with her organs.

This would be the start of Hillwood's terror.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This was so fun to write!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!