Prologue
Woodsboro-Gallows Creek
On a cold night in the city of Gallows Creek in a newly made state called Woodsboro, an old man in caucasian skin with a old beaten up hat, jacket and jeans was walking along the allways, all alone.
A whistling sound was made, which made him stop and turned around to see who made that sound.
But could no in view.
"The hell?" The man asked while shifting his eyes.
All of a sudden, his phone began to ring which made him jump a bit.
He picked up his phone only to see Unknown Caller with no picture.
Deciding his better judegement, he decided to awnser it with no fear.
"Hello?" Asked the old man.
"Hello?" Another man's voice asked, deeper.
"Who's this?" Asked the old man.
"Who is this?" Asked the other man again.
"Who are you trying to reach?" Asked the old man.
"What number is this?" Asked the other man.
"You might have gotten a wrong number." Said the old, shoulders sagging with relife.
"Do i?" Asked the other man, in an almost teasing voice.
A/N: I know it's not finished yet but i wanted to publish something for Halloween.
Happy Halloween Everyone!