Okay, I know that i am going to confuse myself because i have 2 stories going on at once now, but i had to start this one. It's somthing my BF and i thought of, so i decided what the he i might as well write it.
DISCLAMER:: I own nothing but theminiscule mind from which it came, the killers, any other OC's and the athame/dager/knife thing.
Chapter 1
The First Victim
She walked around her house, turning on every light possible, making sure the doors and windows were all locked. It was near 10:00, her parents were due home in an hour, but, for some reason, Anna, a senior in high school, was worried, not for her parents, but for herself. She lived in an old farmhouse in the country. She had lived there for years, at least since she was five, but tonight, she was scared. She was nearly 20 minutes from the police station, so if anything was to happen, it would take them a while to get to her house. She jumped as the phone rang. She quickly grabbed it. "Hello," she said nervously.
"Hello," said a Mysterious voice on the other end.
"Who is this?" Anna asked casually. "James is this you?"
"No," the voice said ,"So, what's your favorite scary movie?"
"First tell me who you are," Anne replied.
"Answer me then I'll tell you," the voice replied.
"Nightmare on Elm Street," Anna replied. "I love when Johnny Depp is killed by his bed. Now tell me who you are."
"How about , No," The voice said, sounding meaner as he spoke. Anne's nerves grew with every second. She quickly hung up the phone. It began to ring again.
"Hello," She answered nervously.
"DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!" the voiced yelled.
"Tell me who you are right now, or I'll call my boyfriend and he'll kick your ass!" Anne told the voice.
"Is he the one who plays on the football team?" The voice asked.
"Yes," Anne answered, her voice was shaking, thinking of what could happen to her boyfriend.
"Look on the deck," the voice instructed.
Anne slowly walked into the kitchen and toward the sliding glass door to the deck. She silently turned the light on and almost screamed at what she saw on the deck. Jake, her boyfriend, was tied to a lawn chair, bound and gagged, though there was no point for it, his throat was slit.
"Who are you!," Anne screamed into the phone, unlocking the porch door, hoping that it was fake blood and just a friend of hers playing a sick joke. She opened the door and screamed, dropping the phone.
Someone jumped onto the deck, a mask on and a black robe, A knife held tightly in it's hands. It grabbed her, holding her close to it. Anne struggled to break free, but found it useless. It held her tighter whenever she tried. She watched as the knife came closer to her neck, the jewels in the handle were shining in the dim light. She was screaming, though it was useless, no one would hear her, and she knew it. Her closest neighbors were half a mile down the road, and wouldn't hear her, no matter how loud she screamed. She heard a car comming down the road, and silently prayed it was her parents. The killer sent the knife quckly into her stomach, and she bent over in pain. He released her, letting her fall to the floor, and bleading to death.
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Her parents walked into the house an hour later, and saw the sliding door open. Robert, Anne's dad, walked over to it. He saw a faint shadow in one of the lawn chairs. He turned the light on and almost screamed at what he saw. Jake was sitting on the chair, blood covering his High Point Wildcats varsity football team jacket. Laying on the padio table was Anne, her white shirt stained with blood. Maria, Anne's mother, walked over to see what Robert was stairing at, and fainted. He called 911, hoping for an ambulance to save his daughter, but knowing there was no hope.
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