Chapter 14:

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INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

A cordless phone. It rings normally. A hand reaches out:

LESLIE: Hello?

GHOSTFACE: Hello.

LESLIE: (looking over at Tanya who is sitting with her on the couch) Who is this?

GHOSTFACE: Who do you want me to be?

LESLIE: How about no one? Fuck off!

She slams the phone down and grabs some popcorn from Tanya's bowl.

TANYA: What was that about?

LESLIE: Just some fucker playing a prank. Put up the volume.

Tanya raises the remote. They're watching Vanderpump Rules.

LESLIE: Jax is so hot.

TANYA: Yeah, if you like 40-year olds.

LESLIE: Hey, he looks good for his age. And totally too good for that Brittany chick.

TANYA: She's from Kentucky, cooks, and is way too hot for him. Plus she's a family girl. How many women has he been with? You tell me who's getting the short end of the stick here.

Leslie grabs the remote.

LESLIE: What else is on?

They flip the channels. Friends is on.

TANYA: David Schwimmer is hot too.

LESLIE: I'm beginning to really wonder about your taste in men.

TANYA: Joey too.

LESLIE: I'll give you him. Chandler, meh.

TANYA: They totally screwed up the ending too. They should have ended it twenty years later and had Chandler and Monica's daughter introduce them to her new fiancé. "You're gonna love him – and his mother's a doll. She can't wait to meet you." They open the door and the series ends with Chandler and Monica hearing "Oh. My. Gaawwd." Boom, Janice is now related to Chandler.

LESLIE: Do you just sit around thinking up sucky fanfictions?

TANYA: At least I have an imagination.

LESLIE: Yeah. (Gets up and heads for the kitchen) I'm getting a drink, you want anything?

TANY: Get me a Sprite.

Leslie leaves. Tanya flips through the channels. She stops on the news. Woodsboro is burning!

TANYA: Booring.

She flips the channel back to Vanderpump Rules.

INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT

Leslie opens the fridge and pulls out a can of Sprite and a bottle of sparkling water. She sets them down when the KITCHEN PHONE RINGS!

LESLIE: Uh. (answering) Hello?

GHOSTFACE: That was very rude earlier, Leslie. I hope you don't make it a habit to hang up on people.

LESLIE: No, only the pricks. (smiles fakely) Now do you have a reason for calling because I'm getting really irritated.

GHOSTFACE: You should really be nicer. You're such a pretty girl. I'd hate for you to end up like Candace.

LESLIE: Who?

GHOSTFACE: A generation raised on Iphones with Twitter freely available and yet you still can't keep up on the news? I don't get it.

LESLIE: Ugh, is that some slam against millennials because I'll have you know we're not millennials. We're Gen Z. Now either tell me what you want or bite me.

GHOSTFACE: How about I carve up that pretty face of yours?

LESLIE: (slightly creeped) And now you get the hang-up. Buh-bye.

She hangs up and slams the phone down. She breathes for a moment, trying to get her bearings.

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Leslie returns with the drinks and hands one to Tanya. Tanya picks up on the fact that she seems slightly off-put.

TANYA: Everything okay?

LESLIE: Yeah, yeah everything's fine. Just some weirdo pranking us. I told him to stick it where the sun don't shine.

THE CORDLESS RINGS AGAIN! This time both girls jump. Tanya stares at Leslie, who is now reaching her boiling point. She moves to grab the phone – Tanya stops her.

TANYA: I got this one. (answering the phone, putting on a fake voice) Hello, thank you for calling Madame Rawnchy's Erotic Phone Service. How may I be of assistance?

GHOSTFACE: You can start by putting Leslie back on the phone.

TANYA: How did you -.

LESLIE: What's he saying?

Tanya puts him on speaker phone.

GHOSTFACE: Ah, now I've got you both. Two little bridesmaids without a bride. But that's fine – I can turn you from bridesmaids into brides – CORPSE BRIDES!

LESLIE: Hang up!

GHOSTFACE: IF YOU HANG UP ON ME I'LL STRIP THE SKIN STRAIGHT FROM YOUR WRITHING, BLEEDING BODIES STARTING FROM THE FEET UP! (Beat) Now are we ready to have a civilized conversation Tanya?

TANYA: How do you know my name?

GHOSTFACE: Not hard … I just simply had to watch you for a while.

Both girls look around.

LESLIE: Shut up, you can't see us.

GHOSTFACE: I'm standing at your front door.

LESLIE: You're full of shit. (to Leslie) He's full of shit. I ain't buying it.

THE DOORBELL RINGS! BOTH GIRLS JUMP!

TANYA: I'm calling the police!

THE POWER GOES OUT!

The two girls shriek, jumping into each other's arms.

The cordless is now unresponsive.

LESLIE: There's a light on my phone. Ugh, where is it?

She feels around the cushions of the couch. Nothing.

THUD!

It comes from upstairs!

TANYA: … he's in the house …

LESLIE: Get a knife!

Tanya rushes into the kitchen as Leslie feels around for the cushions. Bingo! Her phone. She grabs it – shit, it's on 1% power. Hands shaking, praying it doesn't die out, Leslie dials 9-11.

AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Due to a high volume of calls, there is a slight wait. Please stay on the line.

Shit.

Tanya comes back with a knife.

TANYA: Are you calling the police?

LESLIE: I'm on 1% - shit, my phone just died!

TANYA: We gotta get out of here.

She begins heading for the front door. Leslie grabs her shoulder.

LESLIE: No! He rang the doorbell, remember. (thinking) The back. We take the back patio.

Leslie turns, leading the way in the dark house. She reaches the back glass door, preparing to slide it open –

A CHAIR SMASHES THROUGH THE DOOR, RAINING BROKEN GLASS DOWN ON THEM!

Both girls scream, ducking back into the house. Tanya's hand slips out of Leslie's – they get separated. Leslie books it through the kitchen into the dining room. Tanya runs into the living room –

THUNK!

A flash of silver and a knife stabs directly into Tanya's throat. Tanya gags on her own blood as Ghostface shoves her corpse aside.

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Leslie books it through the dining room into the foyer – she's not thinking clearly. The front door must be clear since the killer came from the back. She rips the front door open and races onto the front lawn.

LESLIE: Help! Someone please!

She sees her own car parked in the driveway. She fumbles with her keys in her shorts pocket and unlocks the door. Crying hysterically, she tries to start the ignition.

Nothing happens.

LESLIE: What? No! Start dammit, START!

She tries again and again.

CRASH!

The car's engine SMASHES through her windshield. She screams as more broken glass rains down on her.

THUNK!

Something drops on the roof of her car. She screams. She hears footsteps above her – someone is walking around on the hood of her car.

It stops.

She sits there, panting heavily. She gingerly opens the door –

A KNIFE FLASHES OUT, SLICING AT HER, CUTTING HER ARM!

She cries out, pulling herself back into the car, slamming the door and locking it. She's crying hysterically as she stares up at the engine smashed onto her windshield.

Behind her, unbeknownst to her … the trunk slowly opens.

She looks forward, left, right, trying to see where the killer could possibly be now.

HE POPS UP BEHIND HER!

She screams, struggling. Ghostface grips her by her long hair and with a spurt of red, slices her neck open. He shoves her head forward and she lays there, crumpled awkwardly, as Ghostface calmly steps out of the car, her blood running out of the door.