It was a cold night in Pine Groove, Indiana. The street lights were the brink of turning off, and everybody was either at work or sound asleep. You walked the alleyway, flip phone in your hand has you tried to remember Sidney Prescotts number. It had been years, so many others tried to kill her. But you. You wanted revenge. that night during 1996, you and Billy had tried. But no. No no no. Billy had been shot and you...? A tv pounded to the head and severely damaged not only bodily by mentally. And Billy. Billy was dead. ...or so you thought.

Because while you paced the alleyway of pine groove, trying to call and scare her again, maybe even get her daughter, you heard a sound. You stopped and closed the flip phone immediately and turned your heel. Only to see.. Billy Loomis. He had aged, just like how you did. But he was there. Stitch to the forehead where he had been shot, new clothes, new look, yet the same hair just a little longer... no. No. It couldn't be. It was probably a hallucination. You had those constantly due to the damage from the tv---

"... stu?"

he said quietly, staring at you as if you were the ghost. Oh. Oh. Oh no. this was real. It had to be. But. You thought he...