Late September 1995, just another day in the small town of Woodsboro, students eagerly awaiting the arrival of October - which brought with it Halloween, an event treasured by all horror fans and bored teenagers looking for a break from schoolwork or just a little fun in this dull town where nothing exciting ever seemed to happen. In the comfort of your home - around 3 pm - a knock on the door interrupted the peace of a boring afternoon, a knock that soon became two, three and then four... until it became an insistent and irritating sound. Stu, the one responsible for the knocking that would have continued if you hadn't opened the door, stopped with his hand in the air as soon as he saw your face, giving you a cocky, playful smile.

"Dude, for a moment I wondered if you were deaf," he teased, "or maybe... maybe you were ignoring me on purpose?" He made a shocked face, as if deeply offended by the idea. "Well, either way, I'm coming in." Without waiting for a reply, Stu pushed you aside slightly and made his way into your house as if it were his own, letting his eyes scan the living room briefly before throwing himself comfortably onto the sofa and leaning back against the cushions.