August 26, 1996. Woodsboro, California. Residence of the Becker family.
The front door of the large mansion is slammed closed, and a shrill feminine voice can be heard inside, yelling.
"Damn you, Stu! You're such an egotistical idiot who only deserves to be alone for the rest of your life".
17-year-old Casey Becker storms into her kitchen and starts crying. Stu is standing close to her.
"It's your fault, Casey! You've only ever been interested in getting boyfriends before dumping them like they're trash and moving on to the next one. You've been like that since we've known each other in middle school! I don't care. Just keep dating that stupid jock Steve if he makes you feel so much better."
"You're lying, Stu! You don't care about me, only about your goddamn horror films. You're a possessive and ignorant fool!
"I'm done, Casey. Done." With that being said, Stu storms out of the house and leaves Casey in tears behind him. He gets into his Ford Mustang and drives off, tires screeching on the asphalt.
"Stu, wait! I'm sorry!" Casey had a moment of sudden guilt, but deep inside, she knew it was already too late. What was done was done.
But little did she know that this altercation would soon cause her downfall and the start of the most brutal series of murders in the state's history.
"So are you still coming over to watch a movie?" Tara Carpenter asks her boyfriend, Patrick Lieber, over the phone. I've got the brand-new sequel to "A scary night in New York, if you'd like. My sister and I will only be going to Woodsboro tomorrow, so
"Awesome, I'll be there by eight! Hold on, someone's calling me on my smartphone. See you later, babe."
Patrick picks up and says:
"Hello?"
"Hello, Patrick" says a mysterious voice on the other end of the line.
"Who is this?"
"The question is not who I am, but what I'm calling for. See yourself as my messenger to your stupid girlfriend and her dumb sister. Tell me, Patrick, do you know that Samantha is the daughter of a serial killer? Or did Tara never bother to tell you?
Patrick suddenly understands what this is all about. Through dating Tara, he knows everything about the troubled past of her own family, as well as the never-ending series of bloody murders that ensued just because of one woman's mistakes. Dewey Riley, Randy Meeks, Casey Becker, Steven Orth, Cotton Weary. All good people that were gone, forever, all victims of proxy killers acting as pawns of the war between the Loomis and the Prescott families.
"Listen, I don't know who you are, but you better leave us alone. We're all sick of psychopath killers. I'm hanging up!
"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME, LIEBER!" Ghostface yells into the phone. Don't you dare hang up on me or I'll savage you so much that it will make Billy Loomis' original victims look in good shape!
But Patrick is not easily intimidated. He immediately hangs up and starts to dial 911. However, his front door is almost immediately smashed open, and a new frightening Ghostface appears, wielding an assassin's knife above his head. Patrick attempts to defend himself, but he is quickly wrestled to the ground by Ghostface who stabs him in the back. The killer then activates his voice changer:
"Nice try, Lieber, but you're done. See yourself as a messenger to the Loomis criminal family: you've taken enough from us, now it's our turn to make you suffer. It's time for us to be avenged for good!" With that, Ghostface raises his knife and delivers the killing blow.
A strange voice can then be heard:
"That's for you, Casey. I hope that wherever you are, you'll help me find strength to avenge you and your family."
In the shadows, Ghostface is then seen getting out the house and fleeing into the night.
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