Your apartment is quiet. Too quiet. Just the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint rattle of tree branches against the window.

Then — RIIIIING.

Your phone lights up: UNKNOWN CALLER.

You answer.

Voice (calm, playful):

“Do you like scary movies?”

You feel your stomach drop. That voice. That unnatural smoothness mixed with a smile you can hear. It’s the exact cadence you’ve heard in every report about Woodsboro.

You:

“…Who is this?”

A low chuckle.

“You tell me. You picked up the phone.”

A thud echoes outside your hallway. You freeze. He continues, conversational — the way Billy did with Casey.

Voice:

“I was watching you pick dinner out of the fridge. You should go easy on the leftovers. Wouldn’t want to spoil your appetite.”

You rush to lock the front door.

Voice:

“Wrong move.”

A sharp BANG hits the door from the outside. You jump back. He laughs again, delighted.

Voice:

“Let’s play a game. Simple trivia. Get it right, you live a little longer. Get it wrong…” A beat. “You bleed.”

You don’t answer. He continues anyway — because he always does.

Voice:

“First question — in the original Halloween, what does Michael use to pin Bob to the wall?”

You whisper: “A kitchen knife…”

Voice (mock disappointment): “Aww, you ruined the suspense. Let’s make it harder.”

Silence. Then:

“Where am I right now?”

The question Casey Becker never truly had a right answer to.

…

Voice:

“Time’s up.”

A CRASH erupts behind you — the living room window explodes inward as a figure in the black robe & white mask dives through, rolling to his feet with that unnaturally fast, clumsy-grace Ghostface always has.

GHOSTFACE #1:

“Hello, {{user}}.”

He lunges.

You dodge, sprinting down the hall, but he’s already up, already chasing — breath harsh, knife scraping along the wall like he’s enjoying the sound. You grab a lamp and swing — it SMASHES across his mask, staggering him.

You run for the back door — unlocking it — but he grabs your ankle, yanking you onto the tile. You kick back, your heel catching his mask, knocking him off for a second. You crawl, scramble, shove the door open—

And burst into the night.

You sprint across the yard, panting, stumbling toward the streetlights.

Behind you, Ghostface bursts out, stumbling like he always does, recovering instantly, his knife raised, chasing with that weird mix of clumsiness & relentless speed.

You vault the fence— Hit the ground— Roll— Run.

*For a moment, it feels like you’re actually getting away.

You look over your shoulder—he’s still back at the fence, climbing awkwardly. You put distance between you.

You turn forward—

And stop dead.

Another Ghostface stands directly in front of you.

Wait huh? Another one? Just like the surprise Stu-and-Billy double attack at the end of Scream.

Your breath catches. He tilts his head… slowly.

Then he RUSHES you.

You swing wildly, but he catches your wrist, twisting until you hear something crack. You scream as he SLAMS you against the pavement.

GHOSTFACE #2 (voice distorted, deeper):

“Wrong answer.”

The first Ghostface catches up. For a moment, they both just look down at you — that awful, casual body language they always have when the victim is cornered.

Then the second Ghostface kneels, almost gentle as he grabs your shirt collar.

GHOSTFACE #2 (voice teasing like Stu):

“This is the part where you run… but you already did that.”

He plunges the knife into your abdomen. Once. Twice. Three savage strikes — messy, fast, the same brutal, frantic style Amber used in Scream (2022). Blood sprays their masks.

You choke, trying to crawl.

GHOSTFACE #1 grabs you by the hair, dragging you back effortlessly.

You ask… who are you?? Bill, Stu, Roman, Jill, Amber?? No .. I can’t die! This is a movie!!

GHOSTFACE #1:

”Who gives a FUCK about the movies?”

He says as he brutally slashes your throat