Chapter 1

Scream: Game Over

It was around 10:45 p.m. Patricia Moore was preparing for a date. She sat in her room, with a robe on at her make-up stand blushing and curling, and lining. She got up from the table and went into the bathroom. She took off her robe and grabbed the dress off the back of the door but the doorbell suddenly rang:

"Shit," Patricia said putting it back on the door.

She put her robe back on and ran downstairs to the front door. When she opened it there was no one there. She stepped outside and looked around…still no one:

"Hello!" she called out.

There was no answer:

"That's strange," she said gong back into the house.

Then suddenly the phone rang:

"Hello," she answered.

"Hello," a strange voice replied.

"Who is this?" Patricia asked a little shaken.

"Whoever you want it to be," the voice said.

"Oh Todd you fucking retard," Patricia said as her best fried laughed in her ear.

"So what you doing tonight?" Todd asked.

"Well, I'm actually going out on a date," Patricia said.

"With whom?" Todd asked.

"Larry Washington…but he's running a little late," Patricia said.

"Where are you?" Todd asked.

"I'm in the bathroom," Patricia said taking her robe off again.

"Ohh, I see," Todd said.

"Todd your such a pervert," Patricia said.

"No…I do see you," suddenly the voice went back to the voice that answered her.

"Who is this?" Patricia asked feeling scared.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" the voice said.

"Fuck you!" Patricia said hanging up the phone.

She slipped on her dress, and shoes and then the phone rang again:

"Hello," Patricia answered.

"Yeah Trish its Todd," Todd answered.

"Todd, you won't believe what just happened?" Patricia said.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said I did," the voice was back.

"Who the fuck is this?" she yelled.

"Who the fuck is this?" the voice mocked her.

"Look you fucker don' have me call the police on your sorry ass," Patricia said.

"If they get here before I do," the voice replied "Oh by the way…"

Suddenly a someone in a black ghost costume and a knife jumped out her closet. Patricia ran out the room as he followed her. She ran by the steps and her shoe slipped off and hit the figure in the head sending him rolling down the steps. Patricia looked… she saw him lying there still and decided to sneak down the steps. As she came closer to him she slowed down she had finally gotten one leg on the floor then she tried the other and it safely came to the floor. She felt relief but then the killer woke and slashed at the back of her leg.

She ran limping and screaming in pain. The killer followed her into the kitchen were the trail of blood led. She suddenly jumped out and hit him with the roller from behind. Then she ran for the phone and ran outside. Before she punched in the numbers she saw her parents' car oh my god. She thought as she ran for the road. Then she looked back and she didn't see the killer lying on the ground. She stopped dead in her tracks. Where the fuck is he? She thought to herself. Then she turned back around and there he was. She backed away but not quick enough he pushed her to the ground and pulled out his blade. She looked at him with terror. Then he stabbed her right in the middle of the chest. As the blood poured out she could see a white light, and memories of her childhood flashing by her…then suddenly she could feel her life passing by.

The killer left her there and ran off. Her parents pulled into the driveway and saw the door wide open, and there daughter laying on the pathway.