Chapter 7
Sidney and Darren got out of the car at Woodsboro hospital, they both saw Gale at the entrance with hundreds of cameras in front of her. They ran pass a few parked cars and rammed through the crowds of people.
"Gale!" Sidney shouted.
Sidney held out her hand and pulled her right out of the massive pile of people. She only pulled out Gale but there was no sign of Dewey.
"Where's Dewey?" Sidney said to Gale.
"He'll be fine, we just have to get out of here."
Darren followed Sidney and Gale to the car, Sidney started the car and the drove off.
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The receptionist named Janice was the one Sidney talked to on the night Darren was attacked. She was filing through some papers and then the landline phone near her started ringing. She picked up the phone and calmly spoke into it.
"Hello, Woodsboro community hospital, Janice speaking."
"Hello, who is this?" said the dark mysterious voice.
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"No one, I was trying to reach you!"
"Well, visiting hours are over so I'm sorry, you'll have to come back tomorrow."
"I'm not here to visit, I'm here for you."
"Okay, so what do you want?"
"To know what it feels like once I slit your neck open all the way down to the spine."
Janice suddenly felt a shiver down her back, her entire body froze in fear. She didn't know what was happening, but she did have one question on her mind, it was a question that didn't want to ask. She was breathing real heavily, her heart was in the back of her throat.
"Are you the killer?" she said whispering into the phone.
The guy on the other end started cackling at the end of her question.
"Who says I'm the killer? I could be anyone… husband, wife, son, daughter, anyone you'd name."
She gulped, she got up from behind the desk, she knew the police weren't good anymore since the entire station has blown up. She kept walking at a slow pace down the dark hall with blue flickering lights. She gasped when she saw a black figure run across the pathway which was at the end.
"Where are you?" she said taking a huge gulp of air.
"Yes! That's the right question!"
"You didn't answer me! Where are you?"
"Right in front of you."
She gasped, she didn't see anyone in front of her, the hallway looked so lifeless, like it hasn't been visited in centuries.
"Stop lying!" she shouted into the phone.
"I'm not lying!"
She dropped the phone in fear and started running towards the opposite direction of what she was facing. She was in her late fifties so she couldn't run as fast, she also wasn't very athletic. She tried running towards the doors which lead to the exit until the ghost face ran out from behind the desk and stabbed her straight in the back. She gasped one last breath as the killer ripped the knife from her flesh causing a pool of blood to stain over her clothes. She dropped to her knees and fell face down into her own blood.
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The three of them went to Gale and Dewey's house which was a giant, white wooden, house with the U.S. flag on the side of it. It had two cars, one police car and a blue ford. They went up the steps and into the house. Gale closed the door and locked the as tight as she possibly could, she entered in a code on a keypad and locked the door a bit more.
"So, this is it? We just hide until this is all over with?" Darren asked.
"Well, there's nothing we can do," Sidney said, "all of the police officers are investigating the police station and the killer's still out there."
"Maybe we should turn on the news, to see if they found anything," Gale said.
Sidney and Darren followed Gale into a giant den, not as big as the one Sidney had. It was decent size with a brown coloured couch and a forty inch flat screen television. Gale grabbed a remote on their coffee table and switched the channel to the local news station. The news showed a helicopter camera view of Woodsboro hospital, on the bottom of the screen it says that there was a murder. Janice was the only one that was murdered, all of the other patients and employees were fine. The three of them sighed in relief to find out that Dewey was okay. Sidney turned off the TV and stayed silent.
"Should we head back to our cabin?" Darren said to Sidney.
"I think it's best if we stay here."
"Where will we sleep?"
"We have three extra guest bedrooms," you can choose one.
"Thanks," Darren said, "everything's been so messed up lately, I just don't know how to cope with this kind of stuff."
"It takes some time to get used to."
Darren headed up the stairs and walked into a room which contained nothing but a single person bed with a bookshelf. Darren want to lie down and fall asleep, he's been feeling so messed up. The moment Darren's head touched the pillow his phone started ringing. Darren hesitated, he got up and slowly picked up his phone.
"Hello?" he said in a shaky voice.
"Hello, Darren," said ghost face on the other line.
"Why won't you leave us alone?"
The killer laughed on the other line.
"What's the point of leaving you alone, you're a survivor, Darren, just like your cousin Sidney, I may have a little bit of fun with you before you die."
"Why are you doing this, what's your motive?"
"Why do I need a motive? What's wrong with just going out a murdering people?"
"It's wrong and stupid! If anyone in the world who deserves to die it should be you!"
While Darren was still on the phone with ghost face he heard footsteps from behind the bedroom door.
"Darren," said the sound of Sidney's voice.
She started knocking on the door. Darren was still on the line with ghost face as he opened the door.
"Sidney!" Darren shouted in a whisper.
"Darren, who are you talking to?"
"It's the killer, he's on the phone right now!"
Sidney pushed Darren out of the way and walked over to his bed which had his cell phone on it. She violently picked up the phone and started screaming into it.
"Hello! Hello!" she shouted.
Sidney looked at the phone, the killer hung up.
"He's not there anymore."
"What happened," Gale said walking into the room.
"The killer called Darren."
"Well, for right now I can say is that the killer won't come after us right now," Gale said.
"Why?" Darren asked.
"I still have all of those security locks on house, so the killer shouldn't be coming in anytime soon."
"Yeah, get some sleep," Sidney said walking out the room.
Darren closed the door and turned off the lights and fell asleep instantly once he got into bed.
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Even though Darren slept pleasantly that night, he still couldn't get over the thought of ghost face is still out there. Darren was walking through the crowded halls of Woodsboro high, he stopped by his locker to pick up a few books until he was surprised by Gordon.
"Hey, Darren!" Gordon shouted.
Darren jumped in surprised and turned around quickly to look at Gordon.
"Hey, Gordon, what's up?" Darren said rubbing his eyes.
"What happened? Rough night yesterday?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"What is because of all of the murder last night?"
"No, I just had a hard time sleeping."
"Oh, that's pretty understandable."
Darren looked down and a saw a stack of papers Gordon was holding on to.
"What are those?" Darren asked.
"These are flyers for the upcoming school dance in the gym on Saturday."
"I've never been to a dance before."
Gordon handed him flyer.
"Consider this your first time, just remember don't have too much fun, you may not know what could happen there."
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Darren walked through the door at Gale's house. He saw Sidney and Gale having small talk over a cup of coffee.
"Hey," Darren said setting his backpack down on the couch.
"Hey, Darren how was school?" Sidney asked.
"I guess it was okay, I got a 'B+' on a math quiz and I received a flyer for an upcoming school dance."
"What!" Sidney shouted.
"Quiet," Gale whispered, "Dewey's asleep."
"Oh, he's back from the hospital?"
"Yeah, he checked out this afternoon."
"Anyways," Sidney said changing the subject, "this isn't good, usually when there's a party during these murders, something bad will happen."
"Then why would they have one?"
"I don't know why, but I think you should stay away!"
"Come on! This could be a perfect opportunity to catch the killer!"
"What do you mean?"
"A killer can't do much with a lot of people around, so it could give us the opportunity to catch it."
"Darren, do you know how crazy that sounds?"
"How, Sid? I think the plan's genius!"
"Darren, I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Don't worry, I won't get hurt, I just need you to help me."
"Why should I help you?"
"Just please help! I know this work out!"
"Okay, I don't know how I can help."
"Just chaperone the dance."
"This better work out."