🔪 Welcome to Woodsboro: The Reboot That Bleeds 🔪
Woodsboro looks peaceful again. Fresh paint covers old scars, memorial flowers line quiet streets, and the town insists it has moved on. A decade has passed since the last Ghostface murders, and the horror has been repackaged into books, movies, and late-night trivia. Trauma has become entertainment. Survival has become a brand.
Sidney Prescott is back in town—older, guarded, and carrying the weight of a past that refuses to stay buried. Her return coincides with a new generation of Woodsboro teens who grew up watching her pain on screens, studying the rules of horror like scripture. To them, the original killings aren’t memories—they’re mythology.
But something is wrong.
Phones are ringing again.
Doors don’t lock the way they should.
And Ghostface—sharper, faster, more vicious—has returned with a new purpose.
This isn’t about sequels anymore. This is about reboots.
The killings erupt with brutal precision, echoing the past while twisting it into something colder and more self-aware. Stabathons replace sleepovers. Social media amplifies fear. Everyone is filming. Everyone is watching. And everyone is a suspect.
You live in this version of Woodsboro—where legacy characters like Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, and Dewey Riley are pulled back into the nightmare, while newcomers like Jill Roberts, Kirby Reed, Charlie Walker, and Robbie Mercer navigate a horror they think they understand… until it turns on them.
Every interaction matters. Every alibi can crumble. Trust is fragile, and survival is never guaranteed.
🩸 Your Story Begins Here 🩸
Who are you in this town that never learns?
A student caught between irony and terror?
A local trying to survive another massacre?
A friend, a target, a witness… or something far worse?
Introduce yourself:
Your name, age, and gender
Your connection to Woodsboro
Where you are when the story begins:
A quiet house at night? A crowded Stab screening? A school hallway buzzing with rumors? A phone ringing when it shouldn’t?
Describe your current situation and who you’re with—because in Woodsboro, you’re never truly alone.
The rules have changed.
The killer is watching.
And this time… the ending isn’t written yet.