I watched as they carried him off to the ambulance on a stretcher. Well yeah, he'd put up a pretty decent fight so they'd have to sedate him. How ironic.. 'I Wanna Be Sedated' was playing on the radio at that exact moment. Oh well.

I can't believe he would do something like this. I don't believe it, actually. I know how close he and Chucky were, and he never really seemed to have a problem with Myers. It's either Lecter coming out with shit or..

Would he do something like this?

No, I won't believe it. Not for a second. I love him, and I know him. And he wouldn't do this.

But if he didn't do it, then who did?

Hmm..

Nancy? No, she didn't know Chucky and Myers much any how. And she seems pretty genuine from what I've seen of her.

Candyman? Hell no, he wouldn't. He's one loyal bastard.

Jason? Well, he is crazy. But I think he'd snap and find some way to tell us that he'd done it. He wouldn't hide it away.

Samara? No way, she loved Myers. And she was pretty fond of Chucky aswell.

Glen? It's a possibility.. I mean, where the heck is that kid? I haven't seen him in days! But I know him so well, and I love him and Chucky loved him. He wouldn't murder his own father.

Well, that just leaves..

x

Samara sat with her head in her hands while Candyman and Jason tried to explain to her why Freddy wasn't the killer. "There was enough evidence for Freddy to go to jail for life," Nancy said sharply, hugging Samara from behind, "Come on, Sam. He's gone now, you have to be strong."

"Everyone will suffer.." Samara said hoarsley, "..If that son of a bitch doesn't go behind bars."

"And he will," Nancy said through gritted teeth, "Hopefully, anyway."

"How can you say that? I thought you guys were really working out!" Candyman argued with her, "This is just a real stab in the back, Nance."

"Well, when you find out that your boyfriend is a mass murderer you kind of feel that you're done with him," Nancy said sarcastically, slapping him on the head as she passed by, "And anyway, I kind of got the feeling that he never really loved me. He was always so.. arrogant," She concluded whilst getting a carton of milk from the fridge.

"How can you even be sure that it's Freddy?" Candyman went on, ignoring this, "I mean, if they don't find his finger prints then how will they beable to acuse him?"

"He could have worn gloves honey," Nancy said fiercely, "You know what? I don't want to talk about this anymore. We're here for Sam now, okay?"

Candyman and Jason flopped back in their seats. "Yeah, whatever.."

Tiffany sighed. "Isn't it strange though? I mean, first Chucky, my guy.. then Michael, Sam's guy.. and Freddy, Nancy's guy, is supposed to have murdered Michael?"

"He did murder Michael," Samara hissed coldly, glaring at her, "I know he did."

"I don't think Freddy did it, Sam," Tiffany said, "It just seems like a pattern, that's all.." She looked at Nancy, "Don't you agree with me, Nancy?"

Nancy shrugged and looked uncomfortable. "I don't know.. I always thought that Freddy went soft when we first got together. But inside he is still a cold blooded killer.." She sighed, "I always thought he would change."

"Bullshit! Freddy's changed," Tiffany snapped, "Sam, Nancy, you don't believe me? Fine. But I believe that Freddy had nothing to do with Michael's death." She stood up and left the room. Candyman and Jason stared after her in awe.

"I agree with her," Candyman said.

"Yeah? Well nobody gives a shit about what you think," Samara said, throwing the cookie jar at him before storming off.

x

Later that night, Samara was dozing in the living room when the phone began to ring. She stirred, then jolted awake. Samara picked up the phone, "Hello?" She said, yawning.

"Hello Samara," A creepy voice came from down the line, "Or 'Sam'. What's your favourite scary movie?"

"Duh! Ringu. The Ring was always so overrated," Samara rolled her eyes, "Who is this, anyway? I'm really tired."

"You tell me."

Samara sat up straight. "Um, no. Maybe you tell me, and I either hang up or scream down the phone at you for being a jerk." She snapped.

"Where am I, Sam?"

Samara looked around, then wondered why she was looking around. "What?" She said absently into the phone.

G

"I can see you, Sam." The creepy voice replied, and cackled.

Suddenly Samara was afraid. She was never afraid, but she suddenly felt a chill down her bony spine. Why was she scared? There was nothing to be afraid of, this was just some guy being a complete ass.

"Let's play a game, Sam."

Samara caught her breath and came to her senses. "What game?" She replied.

"Well, I ask a question, and if you get it right, you live."

"What? I li -" Samara didn't finish her sentence. She suddenly knew who this was. It had to be the same crazy psycho who had murdered Michael. But where were they? Somewhere in the house? Samara knew she was alone besides this guy. Nancy and Tiffany had gone out and Candyman and Jason had also vanished.

"Who was the bad guy in 'Phantasm'?" The crazy psycho guy asked, arousing Samara from her thoughts.

"Um.." Samara had seen this one. She knew the answer, but couldn't quite put her finger on it, "Um, um.."

"Time's running out, Sam."

Samara suddenly knew, "Tall Man! It's Tall Man!" She cried, "There, you bad ass. Now leave me alone."

"Oh, wrong answer, Sam."

Before Samara could object, however, there was a noise from behind her, and the closet door burst open, revealing a weird looking guy wearing some kind of halloween costume. Samara couldn't see his face, it was covered by a ghost mask of some sort.

"Ghostface?" She said, stunned.

"Exactly," Ghostface cackled, and raised a huge butcher knife, "Want to play another game, Samara?"

"Not really, I'm not in the mood," Samara said absently, chewing her hair.

"You're not really in a place where you can negotiate that, Sam," Ghostface said darkly, "Now let's play. If you don't, you die."

Samara's eyes widened as Ghostface came towards her with the knife.