Summary: "I want you to play with me," he said to her, almost childlike, she hated not having the guts to hang up, he was just further creeping her out, "Don't you want to play with me Chrissy?"
Her jaw made an audible snap when she forced it closed after hearing her name come from the caller's mouth, she forced her gasp back down her throat, not wanting him to know just how scared she was that he knew her name.
Her breathing came out choppy as she hurried to the windows to peak out the curtains, she was positive he wasn't in her house, there's no way he could be, but she wasn't so sure that he wasn't outside her house. She didn't respond to him after hearing her name, he found amusement in that if his laugh was anything to go by.
Stranger Things Crossed Over With Scream (1996).
Featuring Eleven as Sydney and Will and Mike as a mixture of both Billy and Stu.
Word Count outside of Author Notes (Full Story): 20,132 words.
Warning: Story contains Character Deaths, Jealousy, Killing, Cheating, Possessive/obsessive Behavior, and Manipulation.
A/N: Hey Everyone :) Happy Halloween! 🎃👻🎃
This story is my first story in the Stranger Things Fandom, I am a huge Byler shipper, I cannot seem to get enough of them these past few months. I've recently been obsessed with these Tik Tok videos that are showing Stranger Things in a crossover with Scream with Mike being Billy and Will being Stu and I love each and every one of those videos and I wanted to read a story based on that so bad. After looking through A03 for stories and finding very few of them I decided to attempt my own story.
I hope everyone likes my version of these two fandoms coming together, I pretty much have been following the plot/storyline of the Scream movie, just switching a few things around to fit with Stranger Things. Eleven is basically Sydney with a few alterations and I couldn't decide who I wanted Mike and Will to be so they're both a mixture of Billy and Stu lol I also tried to keep a little bit of their own personalities mixed in so hopefully I achieved that. I have about 4 chapters done so far, I'm not sure if each one will be as long as this first chapter though so no promises for that, the reason this first chapter is so long is because I didn't want to split the whole opening scene into multiple chapters, so it came out to one big chapter lol 😂
This story does contain cheating (Mike on El with Will) so be prepared for that, if anyone doesn't like this then unfortunately this story isn't for you. I love El as much as the next person, no hate against her whatsoever, but I am a huge Byler fan and El and Mike just can't compete or compare lol. I was going to wait to post this story until it was all the way done but I couldn't resist posting it on Halloween day 🎃 so here we are 😂.
Also, not important to the overall story, just important to my own imagination, the description for the Ghostface Killer given by Chrissy is the way I pictured Mike and Will being this iconic killer in my head. I didn't like the idea of the black Robe/Dress/Poncho mixed thing that the movie has for Ghostface, it just wasn't doing it for me so I decided that they would wear regular clothing just in all black lmfao so hopefully no one minds that. I kept the mask the same obviously, because let's be honest here, that's what makes Ghostface so iconic, not the weird black wannabe nightgown thing 😂.
This story has an accompanying Photo Collage that can be viewed through my account on Archive of our Own as well as through my Tumblr account, both are under the same username (HunnyDreams42).
I hope you guys enjoy reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it so far :)
Chapter One: Mystery Caller
Hawkins, Indiana
The Cunningham's Home
October 25th, 1988
10:05pm
Walking into her room, Chrissy threw her gym bag down to the floor, grimacing when her empty metal water bottle inside her gym bag connected with the tile flooring, emitting a loud clanking sound that seemed to vibrate in her ears. She rolled her eyes at herself, she forgot the metal water bottle was inside, having been emptied of the water she stored in it for hours now.
She had just spent her entire Sunday morning, afternoon, and evening at Heather's house doing cheer practice routines with the rest of her squad. Chrissy now regrets ordering all the girls to meet at Heather's house for cheer practice straight thing come Sunday morning, she hadn't thought it would take as long as it did, but all the girls needed extra help and as their Cheer Captain it was Chrissy's responsibility to get them into top shape for their games. She was glad to finally be home though after a long day of stretching, cheering, jumping, and sweating trying to perfect the squad's cheer routines before the basketball game that was a couple of weeks away.
Walking over to her closet Chrissy pulled out a cream-colored knit sweater that was just slightly too big for her, and a pair of warm brown pajama bottoms. She let out a sigh of relief when she stripped out of the yoga pants and tank top she had on, the outfit felt too constricting and uncomfortable after wearing it all day, to top it off it was wet with sweat which felt disgusting against her skin. Chrissy was all too happy to throw the offending articles of clothing into her laundry basket.
Making her way to her living room, she couldn't help the wide smile that split across her face. She had called her boyfriend Jason at Heather's house and had asked him to come over to watch a couple of horror movies with her. It was Spooky Season, Halloween was just around the corner, and Chrissy was just all too excited to celebrate in whatever way she could. She's already been to a few Haunted Houses, The Pumpkin Patch, The Corn Maze, and has been to the Drive in Theater two times with Jason to watch a couple of newer released horror movies.
Tonight, they would be here at her home instead of the theater to watch their scary movies. Chrissy's parents were out with a few friends of theirs and wouldn't be home for a couple more hours. Her and Jason would have the house to themselves, something that made her equal parts nervous and excited.
Looking through her family's collection of VHS tapes, Chrissy pulled out Halloween and Poltergeist for them to watch. She's watched both films quite a bit of times already, but it wouldn't hurt to re-watch them again, they're some of her favorite scary movies. Sitting down on her couch, she tapped her fingertips on her bouncing knee, every so often glancing at her front door, waiting to hear a knock on it.
It was almost pathetic how excited she was, it's not like her and Jason were going to be doing anything they hadn't done before but still the thought of him being there with her was causing a fluttery feeling in her stomach. She wished he would hurry up, she had called him about 40 minutes before, he should be at her house by now, Hawkins wasn't a huge town, compared to the big cities it was actually quite small, Jason living less than 10 minutes away from her.
Chrissy wondered if she should get up to set them out some snacks and drinks to have while they watched the movies. She wasn't a huge fan of popcorn, but she knew Jason loved it, having decided she would make a little bit for him, Chrissy made to get off the couch. Just as she was pulling herself up, her house phone started ringing, causing her to flinch with the unexpected sound. God, she hadn't even started watching any scary movies yet and she was already so jumpy.
The house was extremely quiet, being home alone and having nothing on the TV playing because she was waiting on Jason caused a stilted quietness in the house that she hadn't even noticed before the phone rang. Now that she was paying attention though, she realized just how creepy the silence was, she didn't like it, she made a metal note to herself to put something on the TV in the meantime until Jason got there after she answered the phone.
The phone continued its piercing ringing as she walked towards it, she really hoped it wasn't Jason calling to cancel on her.
Picking up the handle of the phone, she pressed it to her ear, "Hello." No one on the other end answered her, all Chrissy could hear was soft breathing.
"Hello." She said again, slightly moodier than her first answer, why call someone if you're not going to talk when the person answers the phone. Still no answer came, just breathing.
"Okay if you're not going to answer me back, goodbye." She hung up the phone, it was probably a prank caller trying to scare her, those happened a lot during this time of year. She remembers herself being younger and pulling the same kind of prank calls with her friends, getting a good laugh in the end with the mixed reactions they got.
Beginning to move away from the phone, Chrissy paused and turned back around when the phone started letting out its same shrill ringing. The noise was just terrible, she made another mental note to tell her parents they needed to get a new phone, this one was unnecessarily screechy and loud.
Getting a little irritated with the prank caller, she answered the phone with even more annoyance in her voice, "Hello."
This time someone did answer her back, simply saying "Hello" back to her. The voice wasn't one she recognized, not that she would recognize the prank caller, but it did surprise her to note that it was a man's voice, one that was pitched low and rough, clearly not a middle schooler like she had thought.
When it got quiet on the other end of the phone, Chrissy tried her best to not let more irritation through her voice as she tried to prompt the caller into talking to her, getting this prank call over and done with was her goal, this way she can get back to contemplating her movie snacks.
"Yes?"
Chrissy almost didn't expect them to answer her back, the prank caller was clearly new to the concept of prank calls, "Who is this?' They asked her, interest in their voice.
Rolling her eyes, she answered, "That's supposed to be my line, you know." Who the hell did this man think he was, calling her house and asking her who she was, he's the one calling, not her.
"Is it now?" Chrissy hated to admit it to herself but the man on the other end had an attractive voice, it was now tinted with good humor, like he was getting a laugh out of her remark back to him.
"Who are you trying to reach?" She questioned him, she was starting to wonder if this was one of her many friends acting stupid with her over the phone, she didn't recognize the voice but that didn't mean much of anything. These were by far one of the oddest prank calls she's ever been a part of.
"What number is this?" The man asked back, ignoring her question, she could hear the smile in his voice.
"You tell me, you're the one calling." She replied back into the phone.
"I'd rather you tell me." Came the instant reply, she started pulling on a loose thread on her pajama pants to have something to do with her free hand.
"Well what number are you trying to reach? Who are you trying to talk to?" Chrissy was starting to second guess herself if the caller was just a prank caller after all or if it was just a genuine mistake of someone getting the wrong number.
"Right now, I'm trying to talk to you." Was the man's answer back to her, Chrissy glanced at her front door thinking to herself again that Jason was taking way too long to get to her house, here she was talking with this mystery person on the phone when she could be sitting down watching Halloween.
Wanting to hurry along the phone call, Chrissy asked "And the number?"
"I don't know." The man let out a soft chuckle under his breath, she didn't know how he couldn't know the number he was trying to reach, he's the one making the calls.
"Sorry to break it to you, but you have the wrong number." She stated, letting go of the piece of thread that she tangled between her fingers, getting ready to hang up the phone.
"Do I?" Chrissy let a small smile grace her lips, the man sounded confused but mischievous, she would say it was cute if it wasn't a complete stranger on the other end.
"Yeah, you do, it happens to the best of us, don't worry about it, bye." Not waiting for a goodbye back, she hung up the phone, she would give Jason ten more minutes before she called him to demand where he was. This wasn't like him to be this late for plans with her, if anything Chrissy was the one out of the two of them that was always running late, Jason was actually quite punctual for a high school senior jock.
Before she could take more than a couple steps away from the phone, the loud ringing of it once again shot through the quiet house.
Groaning out loud she picked up the phone again, "Hello."
"I'm so sorry, I guess you were right, I did dial the wrong number." It was the same caller, Chrissy would have believed his apology, but she could hear the playfulness in his voice when he talked to her, almost like he was playing a game, like calling the same number over and over again was amusing to him. Maybe it was a prank call after all, she didn't know anymore.
"So, your bright idea was to dial the same wrong number again?" She rhetorically asked, unable to stop her own playful scoff to the caller, "Third times a charm, right?"
"I wanted to apologize." He replied back, she thinks he's having fun with her little remarks back to him.
"No need to apologize, it was a mistake, it happens. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." She was about to hang up the phone for the fourth time that night when the man on the other end started talking again.
"Wait, wait! Don't hang up, I want to talk to you some more." He sounded a little sad that she was going to hang up on him, like she was disappointing him by not wanting to talk.
"There are 900 numbers for that. I hope you find one that fits what you need. Take care" Chrissy told him, feeling some pity for her mystery caller, she hopes he's able to find someone to talk to if he needed help.
Not knowing if the man would call back or not, Chrissy waited by the phone for a minute before she determined that he finally got tired of calling her number.
Ignoring putting something on TV for the time being Chrissy went to her kitchen, once there she reached into the cabinet to pull out popcorn that came in its own aluminum frying pan and put it on the stove on high heat for Jason. Even though she was getting more irritated by the second with him, Chrissy still wanted to do something nice for her boyfriend, which meant cooking him the popcorn he loved to snack on during movies.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Chrissy carefully watched the aluminum frying pan, waiting to hear the pop pop noises the kernels inside would make when they started cooking. Just as the first few pops started sounding out, the phone rang for the fifth time that night.
Hoping it was Jason calling her to tell her where he was, Chrissy rushed to the phone, "Hello."
There was no answer for a few seconds, but she recognized the same soft breathing, it was her mystery caller again.
"Why don't you want to talk to me?" He finally asked her just as the breathing on the other end was becoming a little weird being that it was the only sound coming from his end. Chrissy once again took note that his voice was sad, but this time it had a sarcastic tone to it, trying to imitate sadness rather than actually feeling it.
"Okay, this is your fifth time calling me tonight. Who is this?" Chrissy tried to ask with a hard edge to her voice, trying to sound stern in a way that she's never tried to be before. Her voice came out sounding like she had a sore throat, but she hoped she sounded serious enough to get the man to answer her.
"I'd rather know who you are." His voice loss it's imitation sadness and was back to sounding like he was playing a game with her.
"Who is this?" She repeated with less sternness in her voice and more curiosity.
"Tell you what, you tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine." They bargained back, this definitely wasn't a normal random prank caller or even just someone who accidently got the wrong number.
Chrissy was now thinking for sure that this was one of her friends calling her somehow disguising their voice. Chrissy decided to play along, she's already made it through the calls this far, might as well see it through. Plus, there was a burning curiosity as to which friend was pulling this stupid prank (if it could even be called that) on her, Jason still wasn't there either so it wouldn't kill her to play along, who knows maybe it was Jason on the other end of the phone, trying to add some extra spice into her Spooky Season.
Hearing a few more kernels pop on the stove, Chrissy brought the phone with her to stir around the popcorn, the aluminum pan making a scratchy noise when the popcorn moved from within it.
"Yeah, that's not going to happen." If the person on the other end wanted her name, then they were going to have to try harder than that. Plus, she's 85% convinced this was just one of her friends messing with her, there was no harm in making this game harder for them.
"What is that noise?" The man asked her, she couldn't tell if he was genuinely curious as to what was making the weird scratching sound on her end of the phone or if he was just trying to keep her talking but she answered either way.
"Popcorn." She said simply.
"You're making popcorn?' It was a question she didn't feel really needed an answer at it was obvious that she was making popcorn because she literally just said that to the caller, so Chrissy didn't answer back.
"You know, I only eat popcorn when I'm going to watch a movie," he commented, "Are you going to watch a movie?"
"If you must know, yes, I'm about to watch a movie." She shook the aluminum pan again, watching as the top started to inflate into a bubble from the popcorn inside of it.
"Is it a scary movie?" He eagerly asked her, pleasure leaking into his tone, "It's almost Halloween, scary movies are a must watch this time of year." He added.
"Yes, it's a scary movie." Leaning against the counter again she smiled, even during Halloween time a lot of people didn't watch any horror movies, to chicken to watch them, it was nice to talk to someone who also thought it was mandatory to watch scary movies in October.
"You like scary movies?" Came his next question.
"Of course, I would say who doesn't, but a lot of people would disagree with me." Most people would probably disagree with her, scary movies weren't as popular as they deserved to be.
"Mmmm what's your favorite scary movie?" Considering the normality and nonchalant way he was speaking to her; Chrissy was now 95% sure this person was someone she knew. The casual way he was asking her questions was just too friendly to be a stranger talking on the phone with her, at least in her opinion.
"I really like Poltergeist; I don't know if I would say it's my favorite, but I've watched it a good four or five times now." Going back to Jason's popcorn, Chrissy once again shook the pan, it was taking a little longer to cook the popcorn then what she thought it would, she could still hear the pop pop sounds coming from it. After she was done on the phone with her mystery caller, she was for sure going to call Jason, she isn't standing here over a hot stove cooking popcorn for him only for him not to show up.
"What's your second favorite?" If Chrissy wasn't mistaken, the man's voice was now lower then it was before, still curious and playful but also flirtatious now. A light dusting of red pinched at her cheeks.
"Probably Halloween, I've watched that one a few times too." Chrissy lightly tapped her cheeks with the hand not holding the phone, needing to clear her blush, she slightly turned down the heat to the popcorn that was taking years to cook before she walked away, trying not to think about how she was fluttering around her house like she normally does when she's flirting on the phone with Jason.
"You know the one with the guy in the white mask who walks extremely slow and yet always seems to catch up with the people running from him, the one who stalks babysitters and has an unhealthy obsession with his sister." Chrissy hastily continued, trying and failing to ignore her blush, she doesn't even know why she's blushing, there's just something exciting about talking to her mystery (who might not actually be a mystery) caller.
"Yeah, I really like that movie too." Chrissy bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the smile that wanted to come out.
"What's your favorite scary movie?" She asked in return, wanting to know a little bit more about him, see if she can try to figure out which one of her friends she was talking to.
"Guess." He answered, dragging out the "S" almost hissing. She pictured whoever she was talking to having as big of a grin on their face, his face, as she did.
"Is it Nightmare on Elm Street?" Chrissy liked that movie too, not as much as the other ones, but it was a pretty good contender, if he had similar taste to her, which it seemed like he did, then this movie had to be on his list of favorites.
"Is that the one where the guy is burned and has butter knives for fingers? He comes in your dreams to kill you. That's the one, right?" He responded; she could tell he knew what movie she was talking about but was playing dumb.
"Yeah, Freddy Kruger." Chrissy replied back anyways, the smile only growing on her face, not being held back by her teeth anymore.
"Freddy Kruger! That's right! I really liked that movie. It was scary." He exclaimed in mock excitement, as if she didn't know he was playing dumb about what movie she was talking about.
"One. Two. Freddy's coming for you. Three. Four. Better lock your door. Five. Six. Grab your crucifix." Unexpectedly, the man on the phone started singing the song the little girls playing jump rope in the film sing, the smile on Chrissy's face dimmed a little bit, she didn't like how he sounded, practically whispering the words out to her, it was creepy and sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine, "Seven. Eight. Better stay up late. Nine. Ten. Never sleep again."
Chrissy stayed quiet after the song finished, questioning herself if she should hang up the phone, she didn't want to behave like a scaredy cat though, all because the man sang a song that comes out on the movie.
"So, you can't remember the movie name or the main character, but you can recite word for word the creepy song the little girls sing? Suspicious." She teased him, choosing to ignore the slight warning bells in her head. She was being ridiculous; this was just one of her friends trying their best to mess with her, there was no reason to be scared.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The question threw her off guard, needing to occupy herself, Chrissy gathered a few snacks and drinks after checking on the never-ending cooking popcorn to take to the living room. She placed all her goodies on the coffee table in front of the couch, organizing them in a neat order, placing Jason's favorites closer to where he would be sitting and her favorites closer to where she would be sitting.
"Why do you want to know?" She questioned him, giggling under her breath, she didn't know why it was so amusing for her to flirt back, she just knew it was so she did, hopefully her friends don't make fun of her after this, "You want to ask me out on a date?"
"Maybe," he said back, giggling with her, "So do you have a boyfriend?" He repeated.
"Mmmm, no I don't." She lied with an overexaggerated giggle, she wanted to test to see if the caller was Jason, she knew if she lied about not having a boyfriend then if he was the caller, he wouldn't be able to resist his jealously at her mindless flirting and blurt out that it was him on the phone. Him doing this poorly done prank call would explain why he's so late to their movie night.
"You know," the man whispered out to her, less giggly now and more serious, "You never told me your name."
Thinking this was just another flirting attempt, she replied, "Why do you want to know my name?" There was sudden silence on the other end of the phone, Chrissy couldn't even hear the soft breathing that her first phone call produced anymore…just silence.
"Because I want to know who I'm looking at." The playful tone that the man had been using thus far in their conversation was pitched to her ears again, it hadn't bothered her until then, she thought that was his way of showing interest, now though it was almost threatening.
Chrissy didn't like that one bit, not being able to stop herself she anxiously looked around her living room, closely paying attention to the exposed windows. The curtains had been pulled back to let the sun in that morning and she hadn't gotten around to closing them, now all she sees is pitch black outside.
With her heart thumping a mile a minute in her chest, Chrissy made her way to the biggest window, squinting her eyes to try to see pass the inky darkness outside, "What did you just say?"
"I said because I want to know who I'm talking to." The man lied to her, teasing her, knowing she knows what he said.
"Don't lie to me! That's not what you said." Backing away from the open windows, Chrissy started pulling down the curtains, closing them and double checking that no spots were open where you could see in. It seemed basically pointless now, but it made her feel better to not be staring out into the darkness and not know if there's someone staring back at her.
"What do you think I said?" He asked clicking his tongue around a laugh. Ignoring his laugh, Chrissy went to the glass sliding back door that led to her backyard, she couldn't remember if that door was locked or not, she knows she locked the front door when she got home so she knew she didn't have to worry about that one.
Tugging on the handle to slide open the door, she was met with resistance, she let out a sigh of relief that it didn't budge, she was glad to find that it was locked, it made her feel more comfortable to know that no one could have gotten in through the locked doors. Outside the sliding door she could see a little more than when she was looking out the front windows. There was light coming from one of the backyard lights that she hadn't even remembered turning on, in order to see better she reached her hand out to flip the switch to the other backyard light, illuminating the entirety of her backyard.
There didn't seem to be anything out of place, everything looked the same as it always did. She could spot the absurdly expensive lawn furniture her mother recently bought front and center of the yard, the grill her father never used off to the side gathering dust next to a tree, and bushes that were tinted orange and yellow from the change in seasons.
Everything looked normal.
She wanted to believe she was mistaken, that she was freaking out over nothing, and what she heard really was just a mistake, but those same warning bells in her head were raising hell fire in her brain now. She should have listened to them the first time she thinks.
"Hello?" The man was talking to her again, she had gone quiet as she checked her windows and doors.
Not wanting to entertain the person on the phone any longer, she turned her back to the glass sliding door, flicking off the backyard lights, determined to hang up and make a call to Jason to get over to her house right there and then. She didn't care if this was one of her friends or not anymore, she was officially freaked out.
"I-I have to-to go." She stuttered into the phone, shaking hands gripping the phone too tightly.
"What! No! I thought we were having a wonderful conversation. You were just about to tell me your name." He countered, his tone going dark, unhappy.
"No-no, I wasn't." She said back, trying to emulate the dark tone in his voice but coming up short when she stuttered again.
As if knowing Chrissy was going to hang up on him straight away, the man raised his voice at her, "Don't hang up on me!" Not waiting to see if he said anything more, she hung up the phone.
She hated that her hands were shaking as badly as they were, it seemed like an overdramatic response to something that was more than likely an idiotic joke, but she was scared, she didn't like the vulnerable feeling falling over her.
The smell of burnt popcorn filtered through the air, burning her nose, she completely forgot about the popcorn she had cooking on the stove, it was more than likely burnt to a crisp now.
Before she could rush to the stove to take the popcorn off, the stupid ringing of the phone sounded again. A ringing that she could go the rest of her life never hearing again.
"Fuck." Chrissy didn't normally like cussing, she hated it and tried her best to not surround herself around people that cussed like their lives depended on it, but if this wasn't a moment to let out a swear word then she didn't know what was.
As the phone continued its screechy ringing she contemplated not answering. She hasn't even had the chance to make any type of phone call to anyone else because the caller kept calling her, making it near impossible to make any outgoing calls. As scared as she was she decided to answer the phone, there was no way she was going to let the man get to her like this, she started to re-think the thought that this person was a friend of hers after all, her friends were sometimes buttholes but not like this, Chrissy doesn't think they would let a prank go on this long.
"Hello." She snapped into the phone, her voice only shaking slightly which she was proud of.
"I told you not to hang up on me." The man stated, skipping over any false pleasantries, his voice was deeper now, heavier, he was upset but not angry.
"Okay that's enough! Who are you? What do you want?" Chrissy was glad when her unamused and demanding tone didn't falter, she was not a confrontational person, she wasn't used to demanding answers the way she just did, she's normally so soft spoken and sweet, even when she purposely tries making herself sound more tough, it comes out like a kitten playing lion. Not now though, now she sounds sure herself, she sounds like she's done with the conversation, and she was.
"I want to talk to you." She wondered if this mystery caller was bipolar or something, it seemed impossible to go from sounding upset (on the verge of anger) to sounding hurt in less than a few seconds without having some sort of mental disorder.
"Well talk to someone else. I don't want to talk to you" This time Chrissy didn't give him a second to answer her back, she just hung up the phone.
Taking a deep breath, her nostrils were once again assaulted by the horrible smell of burnt popcorn. Speed walking to the kitchen, Chrissy was telling herself to calm down, she had no reason to freak out, she was okay, everything was okay.
Stepping into the kitchen the shrill ring of the phone went off again, letting her know that the man was calling her again, she briefly thought about throwing the phone to the wall to break it, but she didn't want to have no means of contact with anyone, so she scrapped the idea as fast as it came.
Telling herself that this was going to be the last phone call she answered from this man, she answered the phone with an angry yell, not caring when her voice squeaked and echoed back, "Listen asshole -" the man interrupted her.
"No. You listen, you fucking bitch! You hang up on me again and I'll gut you like a fucking fish. Do you understand me?!" The man responded with his own yell to her, this time angry, spitting the words out at her, his flirtatious tone long dead.
Chrissy took a sharp breath in, trying and ultimately failing to slow down her racing heart, she didn't know what to say back, she wanted to hang up the phone again, she didn't want to be talking to the man anymore, but the threat he just issued loomed over her head, keeping her on the phone.
"Is this a joke? Is this some stupid prank?" She hoped the answer back would be "yes", she hoped that this was just one of her stupid friends taking the joke too far. The warning bells in her head told her it wasn't, they've been telling her it wasn't, but still Chrissy could hope that this was all just a joke gone bad, to keep herself from having a full freak out right now, she had to tell herself that she was okay, and this caller was just messing around with her.
"A joke? No. It's more of a game, really." He chuckled into the phone, slipping into his playful voice, which Chrissy didn't like, she could hear now that her being scared was a cruel game to the caller, something amusing and entertaining for them.
Forgetting about the burning popcorn on the stove, Chrissy slowly backed out of the kitchen, whirling around, looking every which way she could, she's not sure what she's going to do if she sees someone, but it made her feel better to keep an eye on her surroundings.
"I want you to play with me," he said to her, almost childlike, she hated not having the guts to hang up, he was just further creeping her out, "Don't you want to play with me Chrissy?"
Her jaw made an audible snap when she forced it closed after hearing her name come from the caller's mouth, she forced her gasp back down her throat, not wanting him to know just how scared she was that he knew her name.
Her breathing came out choppy as she hurried to the windows to peak out the curtains, she was positive he wasn't in her house, there's no way he could be, but she wasn't so sure that he wasn't outside her house. She didn't respond to him after hearing her name, he found amusement in that if his laugh was anything to go by.
"Peek-a-Boo, I see you Chrissy," he teased her with another laugh that made her flinch, "Can you see me?" He taunted.
"I don't know who you are, but this isn't funny asshole," she felt her eyes swell with tears that brushed her lashes but didn't fall down her cheeks, "I'm two seconds away from calling the police. Leave me the hell alone!" She raised her voice a little bit at him, blinking back the tears that desperately wanted to escape her eyes.
"The police? Do you really think they'd make it in time?" He laughed at her again, as if her threat of calling the police on him was nothing more than a joke, a silly joke.
"You live on the outskirts of Hawkins Chrissy, Chief Hopper would never make it here in time, you know that." He scolded her in a lighthearted manner. She hated that he was right, she did live on the outskirts of Hawkins, so did Jason, they lived in two of the few mansion sized homes their town had to offer, ones that were basically surrounded by the woods. Chief Hopper worked and lived on the other side of town; he wasn't just a drive away.
The fact that the caller knew her name, where she lived, and knew the chief of police by name though had to mean that he was from Hawkins like she was, she doesn't think a random stranger would know that information. Chrissy tried barreling through her brain to pull up a face and name for the caller, but she came up empty. She couldn't think of one person that would be capable of doing something like this, sure this town was filled with bigoted idiots, but she didn't think they would go so far as to scare a teenage girl in her own home like this.
"What do you want?" She whimpered into the phone; she didn't know how to get herself out of this without ending up on the wrong side of the caller.
"I told you already; I want to play a game with you." He softly answered back, cooing into her ear.
Letting out a sob, tears rushing to run down her cheeks, Chrissy didn't even think about her actions before she hung up the phone. She didn't want to believe that she was in this situation, she didn't want to believe that there was someone outside her house, purposely scaring her, making plans to do God knows what to her.
Bending over Chrissy put her hands on her knees, she tried to control the sobs escaping her, tried to taper in her breathing.
Ding Dong – Ding Dong
Chrissy jumped up from her bent position, letting out a loud scream, her doorbell, someone rang her doorbell. Looking to the front door, she tried to peer out of the small glass window that was at the top of the door without having to move closer to the actual door, she couldn't see anything, like the windows, it was just darkness.
"Who's there?!" She yelled out, "Who's there?!" She repeated when a beat of silence went by, she reached her hands to her face and used the sleeves to her sweater to wipe away the tears that blurred her vision.
"I'm calling the police!" Chrissy screamed at the closed door, hoping that the threat scared whoever was there away from her house. She picked up the phone again, telling herself to make do on her threat, even if she lived further away from the police station, she had to try.
When the phone rang again in her hand, she let out another scream, not expecting it to ring again despite feeling like the man's sick game with her wasn't over.
Feeling like she had no other option, Chrissy answered the phone, but she didn't speak into it, choosing instead to focus on calming her cries, not wanting the man to know how much he was getting to her.
"I thought you liked scary movies Chrissy," he stated to her, scolding her with irritation coating his voice, "You should know not to yell out "Who's there?", that's asking for the killer to come get you. It's a death wish."
She still didn't answer him, she did like scary movies, she loved scary movies and of course she knew the hypothetical Scary Movie 101 joke, but this wasn't a scary movie. She's not seated on a couch with her friends, eating snacks and drinking sugared soda, yelling advice to the characters on the screen when they find themselves in trouble, this was her life, her real life, and she didn't know the first thing about how to deal with a crazy person outside her home.
"What's next? Are you going to come out here to investigate the strange noise you hear?" He joked, as he finished his question a loud bang thumped against the front door, shaking it slightly, she pinched back the sob that wanted to crawl up her throat.
"Okay. Okay. You've had your fun now. Please, please just leave me alone." She begged the man, unable to stop the tears from leaving her eyes like she did her sobbing sounds from leaving her mouth, she shrank in on herself, trying to make herself appear smaller than she was. She silently prayed that someone, anyone would come help her.
"What are you going to do if I don't leave you alone?" He asked, the smile clear in his words, he wasn't threatened by her in the slightest, he was having fun with her.
"My boyfriend is on his way here now. He's going to be pissed when he finds your creepy ass outside my home scaring me." God, she hoped this wasn't an empty threat, she hoped Jason really was on his way, he should have been at her house long ago, but she didn't care as long as he got here now to scare away whoever was playing this sick game with her. Her boyfriend wasn't the biggest man in town, but he did have muscles and he did have height going for him too, most people that see him are naturally intimidated by him, she hopes that whoever is outside will fall into the same mind frame of intimidated as those other people.
"Sure." He responded back sarcastically, not threatened in the least by her words to him.
"Trust me you don't want to mess with him! He plays basketball! He's tall and he has muscles, and he can kick your ass without breaking a sweat!" Chrissy yelled at him, wanting him to feel the same fear that was coursing through her veins.
"I'm truly scared shitless. You have me shaking in my boots." He laughed, he went silent after a few seconds, listening to her ragged breathing and poorly disguised cries.
"Oh Chrissy," he clicked his tongue at her, berating her, "Did you really think I didn't know you were lying about not having a boyfriend when I asked earlier? Of course I know about Jason, and unfortunately for you he's a little tied up at the moment, so he can't come rescue the damsel in distress even if he wanted to."
"How do you know him? How do you know me?" She breathed out, scared of the answer he might give her.
"Turn on the backyard lights again." He ordered her, disregarding her questions.
He left no room for argument in his voice, she didn't want to find out what he would do if she didn't listen to him, she had already hung up the phone on him when he specifically told her not to, she wasn't sure she wanted to face whatever sick punishment he had in mind if she dared to ignore him again.
With that thought in mind, Chrissy walked to the glass sliding door leading to her back yard, it was completely dark outside this time, her having turned off both lights when she walked away earlier. Tightly closing her eyes, she flipped the lights on.
"Open your eyes, Chrissy." He told her, letting out another cry she forced her eyes open and looked out the sliding door, at first, she didn't see anything different than what she saw earlier, it was the same furniture, the same grill, the same bushes, but in the center of it all, almost directly in front of her on the other side, was Jason, her Jason.
He was tied to a chair, hands and feet wrapped in thick brown rope, a strip of duct tape across his mouth. He had on a white collared shirt with his varsity jacket over it, the jacket proudly stitched with his name and class year, along with a pair of denim jeans and his favorite shoes. His blonde hair was dripping with sweat, his eyes were crying even more tears than her own eyes, and there was an injury leaking blood both on his left knee and forehead. He looked petrified, absolutely stone cold scared and helpless.
"Oh god!" Chrissy cried out, Jason pleaded for her help with his eyes, scared but wanting to help her boyfriend, Chrissy struggled to unlock the sliding door, fumbling with the lock in her haste to get to Jason.
Finally getting the lock to cooperate with her, she attempted to slide the door open before being stopped by the man's voice talking into her ear, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Sending a look of apology to Jason, Chrissy hoped he understood that she didn't want to close the door and relock it but she couldn't risk not listening to the man. After locking the door back up, she frantically looked around the backyard, trying and failing to see where the man was, where he was hiding that was giving him such a clear view of her.
"Where are you?! Where are you?!" She demanded of him, tears continuing to rain down her face.
"I want you to guess where I am, Chrissy," he replied back with a slight giggle, "It's no fun for me if I just tell you."
"Please," she pleaded with him, silently wishing to herself that she never answered that first phone call, "Please. Please don't hurt him. I love him." She felt the heavy weight of helplessness settle over her chest, a type of weight that crushed her lungs and pounded in her head.
"Whether I hurt him or not is going to depend on you." He said back, slipping further into his stupid playful tone that she was tired of hearing at that point.
"Please. Why are you doing this to us?" She whimpered out, pressing her face and free hand to the glass door, trying to reassure Jason with her eyes that she was there and doing everything she could to get them out of the terrible situation they found themselves in.
"This is the third time I'm telling you," The man sounded irritated with her but still mischievous, "I want to play a game."
"No." She whispered to him, this was already enough of a game he was playing with her, what more could he want from her.
"Then I guess he dies right now then." He coldly stated back to her, the lack of emotion in his tone scared her even more, the man was done with her questions, with her back and forth.
"No! No!" She yelled, lightly banging on the glass door, panic filled her voice and face. The only sounds for a couple of seconds were her cries and Jason's muffled sounds that came through the glass door.
"So indecisive Chrissy," he mocked her, "Which is it?"
"What kind of game do you want to play?" She asked him, Jason was shaking his head back and forth, having heard her through the glass door and trying to tell her not to play, but she shook her head back at him, unable to do much else, what other choice did she have.
"That's more like it," she could practically taste the smugness coming from him, "Now how about you turn off the lights for me Chrissy and you'll see what kind of game I want to play."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Through her blurred eyes she made eye contact with Jason, apologizing to him, he had to have been more terrified than she was.
Very faintly she could hear Jason's voice through the duct tape over his mouth and the glass door, "Chrissy! No! No! Chrissy! No!" She took her eyes off Jason, letting her hand settle over the light switches, she prayed that she wasn't making a mistake.
She flipped the switches off. Once again, the backyard flooded with darkness, making it impossible for her to see anything. Her legs started shaking so badly, feeling like she could barely hold herself up, she slid down the wall next to the light switches, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Here's how we play my game, it's very simple really. I ask a question, if you get it right, then Jason gets to live." The man explained with enthusiasm, happy that Chrissy was finally playing his game.
"Please. Please don't do this. Please." She whispered her pleadings around her sobs, not talking over a whisper knowing he wouldn't listen to her either way.
"Oh, don't be like that Chrissy, it'll be fun." The man didn't bother to scold her this time, likely to excited to play his game to take note of her prolonging it.
"Please." She whispered again, going ignored again.
"It's an easy category for you I would say, scary movie trivia, being the scary movie fan that you are, it should be a piece of cake." He continued saying around her murmurings of "please".
"I'll even do you a favor and give you a warm-up question." He acted like he was giving her his lottery winnings with how much his tone suggested she should be grateful for her "warm-up question".
"I can't. I can't. Please. Please don't do this." She shook her head, she thinks her words weren't even registering with the man anymore, he talked around them like she wasn't even talking.
"Name the killer in Halloween." He told her, another one of his sick giggles leaking through the phone to her ear.
"No." She cried; she didn't want to do this.
"Come on!" He joyfully shouted out to her, making her wince back from the phone, "It's one of your favorite scary movies, remember?" Why did Chrissy even answer his dumb questions earlier, why did she not just hang up the phone and stay away from it, why had she been stupid enough to continue to answer the phone even after her gut was telling her something was wrong.
"You know the one with the guy in the white mask who walks extremely slow and yet always seems to catch up with the people running from him, the one who stalks babysitters and has an unhealthy obsession with his sister." He quotes her word for word in her earlier answer to him, which makes her that much more terrified, they're just words he was repeating back to her, but it was still disturbing her beyond anything she's ever felt before.
"I don't know." She answered back, not wanting to stay silent, but not wanting to answer his question either.
"Come on, you know the answer," he mockingly encouraged her, "What's his name? Tell me his name Chrissy."
"No. Please. I can't think. I can't think." She wasn't lying to the man, her thoughts were a jumbled mess soaked in fear, trying to get her brain to focus on the question was near impossible, her brain continued to tell her to plead with the man.
"Jason is counting on you Chrissy, his life is in your hands right now, are you really going to let him down?" The faux disappointment in his voice made her want to yell at him, he was playing more than just movie trivia with her.
"His name is Michael - Michael - Michael Myers." She answered the question, stuttering through her speech well trying to remember his last name.
"Yes! Very good Chrissy! I knew you could do it!" The false sounds of his praise were too much for her, she let out another sob, she didn't want to be praised by this monster, she wanted to get as far away from him as she could.
"Now we can move on to the real question." He said to her, laughing again as her sobs went up in volume.
"No!" She screamed, she couldn't handle any more questions, her brain felt like it was shutting down on her.
"But you're doing so well," he cooed to her, happily taking in her cries, "It would be a shame to stop now."
"Please stop! Leave me alone! Leave us alone!" She shouted into the phone, she had to grip the phone more tightly than she was already holding it when it slipped down a couple inches, her palms were sweaty and her hands were still shaking, she wanted this to be over with.
"Then answer the next question. I'll even keep it in the same category for you." The man replied, once again acting like he was doing her some huge favor, like she should be thanking him.
"Name the killer in Friday the 13th." He asked his next question, not giving Chrissy a chance to plead some more with him, in a distant part of her mind, she warned herself not to irritate the man with her pleading, at any point he could get tired of hearing her try to sympathize her way out of this and hurt her and Jason for her lack of thought.
A bout of hope and excitement went through her body, causing her to jump up from the floor, it's like the fog in her brain cleared up a little bit and allowed her to see the answer to the man's question straight away, before thinking about it, Chrissy started shouting, "Jason! Jason! Jason!" It was an easy name to remember and say, her boyfriend sharing the same name as this fictional killer.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry Chrissy," the man drawled out a phony apology, there was clear enjoyment in his voice, so obvious and plain to hear, "That's the wrong answer." He clicked his tongue, sighing to her through the phone, with mock disappointment again.
"No! No, it's not! No, it's not! His name is Jason! It's Jason!" She screamed her disagreement, she didn't get the answer wrong, he was just trying to scare her into thinking she did.
"I'm afraid not. That wasn't the killer's name Chrissy. I guess even scary movie fans get some answers wrong sometimes, right? What can you do?" He sarcastically answered back, she could picture his shoulders shrugging with ridicule at her through the phone, making her a little angry.
"The killer's name is Jason! I've seen that movie more times than I can count! He shares the same damn name as my boyfriend for goodness' sake! It's Jason!" She spat at him with anger through clenched teeth.
"Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer!" He yelled back at her with anger that dominated her own, "Jason didn't show up until the sequel!"
Chrissy fell into silence at his yelling, her anger disappearing as fast as it came, leaving her drenched in nothing but fear and pain, unable to comprehend that she just got the answer to the question wrong, she didn't want to believe that, she couldn't believe that.
"Like I said, I'm afraid that was the wrong answer." The man stopped yelling at her, going back to a more neutral volume.
"That isn't fair, you tricked me." Chrissy muttered under her breath, unsure if he even heard her.
"Lucky for you Chrissy, I really like you. You're sweet and kind, always have a smile on your face and quite frankly your crooked teeth are just adorable," the man happily complimented her, she wasn't sure how to feel about the genuine tint to his voice, he wasn't lying to her in his compliments, "I'll tell you what, because I like you, I'll give you a bonus round."
A surge of hope threatened to overtake her heart, she was getting a bonus question, she could do this, she could save her and Jason, she just had to think carefully before answering the next question.
The hope she felt didn't last long, the man's next words froze her body, "Poor Jason though, no more chances for him, I'm afraid. He's out." The next sounds she heard didn't come from the man speaking to her through the phone, they came from the darkness in the backyard, it was screams of pain that were muffled, trying their hardest to break through a barrier that tried it's hardest to silence them.
Needing to see what had happened, Chrissy slammed her hand on the light switches to the backyard, turning them on. She screamed when the sight registered in her mind. Jason's stomach was slit open, his insides were spilling out onto the cement floor, his eyes were closed tightly in pain, his whole body was shaking. His sounds slowly died down, his movements becoming sluggish, it was mere seconds later when Jason's head tipped back, his body stopped moving, and his sounds stopped permitting the air.
Chrissy knew what that meant. She knew Jason was dead. She couldn't save him. Pressing her hand to her mouth, she let her body be overcome with sobs, she fell to the floor, using what little strength she had left she dragged her body away from the glass door, not being able to stand looking at her boyfriend anymore, guilt pounded in her heart. She couldn't save him.
"Chrissy. Chrissy. Chrissy. Chrissy." The man's voice sang through the phone she still had in her hand, dragging out her name in a soothing melody that made a joke out of her pain, without having to prompt her, she pressed the phone back to her ear.
"We're not finished just yet Chrissy. You still have a bonus question to answer," he reminded her with glee, "Are you ready?" A humorous tone coated his question.
"Please. Please. Please," Chrissy resorted back to pleading, her fear a heavy constraint around her, "Leave me alone."
"Answer the question, and I will." He said, she didn't know whether to believe him or not though, she didn't think it would be that easy for some psycho killer to just leave her be because she answers one of his questions.
"What door am I at?" He teased his question, knowing it was unexpected for Chrissy to hear. She was expecting another scary movie trivia question, not whatever this was.
"What?" She whispered, not wanting to believe the question he just asked, she knows he's outside her home, she's not stupid, but it was easier to pretend that this entity of a man couldn't break the barrier into her home from outside of her home, but this question made that faulty logic seem childish in her head, made him seem closer to her, just inches away.
"There are two main doors to your house Chrissy, you know this, the front door and the back sliding door. Answer my question correctly, and you get to live, it's that simple." He explained to her, talking in a way that was meant for a child.
"I can't. I can't. I don't want to play this game anymore. Please." She sobbed louder, letting her cries out.
There was no noise on the other end of the phone, like the man was considering her pleading, giving thought to her sobs, she wasn't foolish enough to believe that the heartless killer would let her go, so his next words and actions didn't surprise her, "Your call."
The phone disconnected mere moments before the glass of the back sliding door shattered, dropping the phone to the floor Chrissy covered her ears protecting them from the loud sounds of shattering glass, looking over the mess she could see the man had thrown one of the lawn chairs from outside through the glass of the door. She blinked at the shards of glass covering her floor before leaping up and running away.
She ran into her kitchen, which was filled with white smoke from the burning popcorn on the stove that she had abandoned. Letting out a few coughs to clear her scratchy throat, she lifted her arm and pressed her sleeve to her nose and mouth. Making her way around the large island in the kitchen, she grabbed one of her mom's kitchen knives from its display and held it in front of her. It wasn't the best weapon but it would do, she did feel a smidge safer knowing she had the knife in her hand.
Chrissy slowly backed out of the burning kitchen, glancing every which way with squinted eyes to see if she could see anything, she didn't want the man to be able to sneak up on her.
Across from her, deep into the hallway, she saw a figure dressed in all black dart from one end of the hallway to the other before disappearing from sight. She tried to steady the hand holding the knife, telling herself not to drop her only weapon, muffling her coughs with her sweater, she backed away until she reached her front door, she carefully unlocked it before opening it and making her way outside, doing her best to be as quiet as possible.
She could hear the man's footsteps inside, slowly tapping on the floor but echoing in her mind. Chrissy chanced a glance through an open part of one of the curtains that covered the windows, through it she seen the same black dressed figure dart through the opening of her kitchen before he once again disappeared from her sight.
Jumping back to the wall she was leaning against, she looked out into the large emptiness of her front yard, trees surrounding every inch of surface she could see. Through a gap in the trees, she saw two tiny lights making their way closer to where her house sat, letting out a breath that was field with relief she knew the two lights in the distance were the headlights to her parents' car, they were coming back home, earlier than expected when she made those movie plans with Jason but thankfully because she knew now she was going to be okay. Her parents were almost home, she just had to make her way closer to them to warn them.
Chancing another glance through the open gap in the curtain, Chrissy could just barely see the figure through the thick smoke rapidly gathering in her living room, but she did see him, and he was none the wiser that she was outside of her home already.
She got down to her hands and knees and crawled under the span of the windows, not trusting that the man wouldn't be able to see her despite the curtains blocking the view. On the other end of the windows, just below the big one she had used to look outside when she was inside the house earlier, she looked towards her parents' headlights again, they were still hidden behind the many trees, but she was confident she could make a run for them.
Seeing another gap in the curtains to the window, Chrissy told herself to chance another glance inside the house, making sure the figure was still further away and not near enough to the windows to spot her running away.
Gathering enough courage, she slowly stood up to see through the gap in the curtains, it having been further up then she anticipated. At first, she didn't see anything, it was just black, she didn't understand, she could have sworn there was a spot to see through in the curtains. Not standing up further but tilting her head back to look up the expense of the curtains, Chrissy let out a high-pitched scream when her eyes connected with the figure in black, realizing the black she was seeing was his clothing. He had on a black long-sleeved shirt, black leather gloves, and black jeans, his face was covered in a creepy white mask that had three areas carved out in black for the eyes and nose of the mask and a mouth that had an exaggerated, elongated opening painted in black as well.
The figure busted through the glass of the window to grab hold of her arm before she could run away, he dragged her arm towards him cutting it on the spears of glass left from where it shattered, warm blood started seeping through the beautiful cream color of her sweater, tainting it a dark red. With a scream of panic, she raised her arm not being held by the man and did her best to aim the palm of her hand to where she believed his nose to be, she hit him with as much force as she could, grateful when he flinched back enough to let her tug her arm from his grip and take off running on her shaking legs to her parents car, which was now even closer than before, but still not close enough.
Her back yard and front yard were basically one and the same, the "yards" around her home basically being one big area of land surrounded by trees, in her hurry to run to her parents she had to pass by Jason's body, she turned her face away from him, telling herself she could grieve and cry when she was safe.
She stopped to take a needed breath and determine which way would be the fastest to run to her parents, when she heard glass crunching behind her, she risked a look back, her brain almost melted in panic at seeing the man calmly step through the hole he made in her back sliding door, his black boots crunching the glass underneath him. Without another thought she started to run again, begging her legs to go faster when she heard the loud thuds of boots on the floor behind her, the man giving chase.
Chrissy was so close to her parents, she just needed to push herself a little more, she would be okay, she just had to keep going. On the back of her head, she felt a hand grip her hair, the man tangled his fingers through the thin strands, gripping onto her scalp, and using force she couldn't compete with to tug her back into a hard chest by her hair, she felt clumps of her hair being pulled free which sent sharp pains through her scalp.
Opening her mouth to let out another scream, she silently choked on air and spit when an excruciating pain came to her chest, just above her left breast. The man pressed against her back brought his whole arm over her face, covering up her screams and sobs when she registered why she was in so much pain. His other arm was around her chest, clutching a silver curved knife that he had stabbed into her heart.
Ripping out the knife from her chest, the man tightened his arms around her and slowly lowered her to the floor with him, blood was gushing from the stab wound, running down the front her sweater, dripping onto the grass beneath her. Chrissy was hyperventilating, she couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, she was going to die.
The man turned her around, laying her on the ground, he got on top of her, straddling her hips with his own, pressing down on her. She thought for sure she was about to experience a different kind of pain when the man wrapped his leather covered hands around her throat and started choking her. He titled her head back enough for her to see through blurry vision her parents parking their car just ahead of them, slightly hidden away by the trees, Chrissy gasped for breath as she watched her mom and dad exit the car, dressed nicely for their day out, walking calmy with smiles on their faces, not knowing their daughter was dying just on the other side of their yard.
She tried calling out for her mom, tried making some type of noise besides her pathetic gasps that would attract her parents' attention, but she couldn't. Her vision was already blurry but with lack of oxygen she started to feel faint, and she started seeing black dots in the air. The last thing Chrissy saw before she blacked out was the creepy white mask of the man looming above her.
Following her husband through the front door of their home, Laura paused in the entry way to the living room, gasping as she looked around her home. It was a mess. There was a thick layer of smoke coating the air around them, furniture knocked over to the floor, and glass shards coating almost every inch of surface.
Chrissy was nowhere in sight.
"What the hell?" Laura heard Phillip say to himself, looking around their house in bewilderment like she was, "Jesus".
"Chrissy!" Phillip yelled out, Laura followed him into their kitchen, on the stove was a pan of popcorn that was on fire, the source of all the smoke in the house, smoke that was filling Laura's lungs in an unpleasant way, causing her to cough. She rushed over to get an oven mitt to take the burning popcorn off the stove, picking it up she could feel the heat emitting from it on her bare arms, she ran it over to the sink and let cold water wash over it until the flames died down.
"Chrissy! Chrissy! Where are you?!" Her husband continued to yell out throughout the house.
Laura left the water running over the burnt popcorn, she ran back to the living room where she could hear her husband's screams coming from.
"Chrissy! Chrissy!" She yelled out with him, "Where is she?!" Laura gripped her husband's arms with her hands, panic overflowing her mind. Where was her daughter?
"Call the police!" He shouted back at her, taking her hands off of him, "Now! Call the police! Get Chief Hopper over here!"
She searched for the phone but was unable to find it. Her mind wouldn't let her comprehend anything; she didn't know the first place to look for the missing phone.
Seeing her struggling, Phillip walked towards her, putting her face in his warm palms, he made her look at him, "Forget about looking for the phone, get in the car and drive to the Carver's house! Call the police from there, I'll stay here and search every place I can for Chrissy. Go!" He pushed her out the door.
Turning around, almost tripping on her uneven steps and shaking legs, Laura tried to walk to the car to do as her husband told her to, their daughter was missing, their house was a mess, something clearly bad had happened, and Chrissy was depending on her to get her head on straight to get help over to their house.
Something swinging from a tree caught Laura's attention from the corner of her eye. Turning to see what it was, she let out a blood curdling scream. Her daughter, her Chrissy, was hanging from one of the trees in their yard, a thick rope around her neck connecting her to the tree, blood covered her from head to toe. Vaguely she felt her husband's arms wrap around her as she collapsed to the ground, the only sound in the dead quiet of the night was her screams.
A/N: Poor Chrissy :( it had to happen though lol
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