Chapter 3
Darren woke up, it was another sunny day in Woodsboro so he got up out of bed to get ready for school. He looked through his closet and found some clothes that he threw on. He grabbed his book bag and went downstairs to find Sidney looking at the big screen television very shocked.
"Hey, Sid, what's up?"
Sidney didn't say anything, Darren looked around at Sidney's face and there were tears down her cheeks.
"Sidney, what's wrong," Darren said all worried.
Sidney turned off the TV and wiped away all of her tears.
"It's nothing," she said, "just get ready for school, Dewey will pick you up in a few minutes."
"Sidney, please tell me what's wrong."
"No, just please, I have to get ready."
"Sidney, just tell me."
"Okay fine!" Sidney shouted in an agitated way, "there was a murder last night, two girls from your school are dead."
Darren suddenly felt a giant lump in his throat.
"Who were they, did they say their names?"
"It was these two girls, Veronica and Brittney, one had their neck slit open with a knife, and the other was stabbed in the back."
The lump in Darren's throat grew larger, he remembered seeing those two girls yesterday at school, now they were both dead, Darren would never see them again. He suddenly felt dizzy and sick to his stomach, he couldn't cope with all of the anxiety that was around him. Sidney took her purse and and coat and ran out the door to her carpool with Gale Riley in it. Darren waited a few minutes until a police car pulled up to the front entrance.
Darren adjusted his book bag strap and headed out the door to greet Dewey.
"Hey, what's up?" Darren said not making eye contact with Dewey.
"Hey, Darren, is something wrong?"
"Yeah, were you at the murder sight last night?"
"Yeah, I was. Those poor girls, they could of had a great future ahead of them."
"I was actually going to ask one of those girls out," said Darren putting his head down.
"Wow, I didn't realise that it affected you that much."
"Yeah, but what can I do about it now? She's dead and she's not coming back."
"Well, one thing I can tell you is to be careful, there's a killer on the loose and I want you as safe as possible, that goes for Sidney also."
Darren nodded, he got into the passenger seat of the police car and they took off.
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Darren got out of the police car, Dewey said that he's going to check up on him and Sidney every few hours tonight to see if anything goes wrong. He nodded and walked into the school, besides yesterday of all the students being loud and obnoxious everyone seemed to be quiet and out of the way. Darren walked to his locker and took out some books, as he turned around he jumped in surprise because Gordon was in front of him.
"How's it going?" Gordon asked.
"I'm fine, why is everyone being so quiet all of the sudden?"
"Because my dream girl is dead, and also her wannabe friend is too."
"I can't believe this is actually happening, I thought since I moved here I thought I would be able to get away with all of the troubles that were pressuring, but it seems when you come to a new place different forms of pressure follow you."
The bell finally rang for class, Darren and Gordon walked to their first period class, before the lesson started Mrs. Smith, their English teacher was making a speech that the school board wrote down for her over the murders that happened. Darren didn't want to listen to anyone, he just want to push everyone away. So for the rest of the day Darren didn't talk to Gordon that much and just went on his own.
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At the end of the day Darren walked through the door of the house and saw Sidney and Gale looking over a bunch of papers.
"Hey, Darren, how was school?" Sidney asked.
"A lot more different than yesterday. By the way this morning Dewey told us that he'll be checking up on us from time to time, to make sure everything's alright."
"Yeah, I heard about the murders this morning," said Gale, "I can't believe it's happening again."
"How would we know it's a ghost face?" said Sidney, "It could be some psycho man in a bunny costume."
Darren smirked at Sidney's comment.
"I'm gonna be upstairs studying," said Darren walking up the stairs.
"By the way, Gale and I are going back to the office to get some extra work done so you'll be left alone, just don't worry Dewey will come by and check on you."
"Okay, thanks, Sid."
He ran upstairs and closed his bedroom door, he set his backpack on his bed and sat down at his desk, he took out his book and started studying.
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Darren thought he had been studying for a while and the sun was all the way down so he decided to stop. Darren decided that he wanted to finish is Stab marathon on Netflix so he ran downstairs and started popping a bag of popcorn in the microwave. While the popcorn was in the microwave Darren took about a green plastered bowl and while he was picking what movie to watch the phone started ringing, Darren didn't know wether to answer it or not. Darren got up and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He said a little curious.
"Hello? Who is this?" said a dark mysterious voice.
"This is Darren," he said a little creeped out.
"Darren, what are you doing right now?"
"I'm about to watch a movie."
"What kind of movie?"
"A horror film, why?"
"Do you like scary movies?"
"Yeah, sure, but none of them really scare me," Darren said feeling a bit more confident, he felt more comfortable because he thought this was a prank call.
"Which one's your favourite?" Said the voice getting lower.
"Well, I guess the original Stab film, it features my cousin Sidney, she survived all those encounters with the ghost face."
"Your cousin is Sidney, the Sidney Prescott?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I know Sidney Prescott."
Darren was trying to hard not to laugh.
"Dewey is this you? If it is then you got me," he said laughing a little bit.
"I'm not Dewey," said the voice getting more mysterious.
"Okay then who are you?"
"The question isn't who am I, the question is where am I?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"The kind of question you'll be asking when I tear your hear out!" said the voice getting agitated.
After that sentence Darren heard running footsteps behind him in the kitchen.
"That's right, I'm in the house!"
Darren's breathing got more heavier, his heart started thumping out of control, his legs felt weak and his stomach was doing backflips. He wanted to run out of the house in any moment that was available but the killer was somewhere.
"Okay, then where are you?" Darren said with a shaky voice into the phone.
"I'm in the den, looking right at you!"
Darren started to shake in fear, his survival instinct was screaming at him to run, He walked over past the breakfast nook and into the den, Stab was playing on the television and Darren looked to see if anyone was in the den, but he didn't see anyone, he started to calm down a bit until a black figure with a knife tried to stab him from behind, Darren ducked down from the killer which had a ghost face killer mask. Darren almost wanted to scream when the killer got up.
He ran and picked up and exercise ball and chucked it at the killer only to pop it with the knife. Darren went into the kitchen and took out a giant frying pan and hit the killer in the face with it. The killer fell to the ground only to get up as if nothing happened.
Darren dropped the pan and started running up the stairs, the killer was struggling to get him but Darren kept running, he kept running until he tripped over the carpet. Then the killer got on top of him, the figure tried to stab Darren but he grabbed his wrist and was pulling the knife away from his body, he was struggling to get free until he kicked the killer in the place where you don't want to be kicked. The killer jumped up in the air in pain only to fall over the indoor balcony and crashing onto the dining room table.
The killer still got up and tried to come after Darren. Darren did what he thought was the most stupidest thing possible by jumping over the the balcony himself, he jumped over and landed on the ground in the kitchen. As Darren was struggling to get up the killer attempted to stab him but what actually happened is that he slit the back of Darren's leg open. Darren screamed in pain when he got up, he saw his blood starting to stain his socks.
Darren ran to the front door as fast as he could, he was going to open it and run to the police station but the door was surprisingly opened by Dewey.
"Dewey!" Darren shouted.
"Darren, what's wrong?" Dewey said.
"The killer, it's in the house, it sliced my leg open.
Dewey looked around and saw some damage to the house, but there was no sign of the killer.
"Come on, we have to get you to the hospital."
"But the killer."
"Everything will be fine, we just have to treat that wound first."