It was a quiet night in Woodsboro. A nice suburban house with its lights still on was the Carpenter residence. The street was silent, only the buzz from the streetlights, flicking on with dying fluorescent.

"YOU should come over HERE, babe." Tara texted from her kitchen, her eyes averting from the phone screen to the pot of noodles she was making. She stirred them with a spoon, looking back down at the screen to see three little circles bouncing in a line, indicating that you were typing.

"Convince me?" You replied to which Tara rolled her eyes. She began to list off numerous reasons, no parents home, unlimited binge options, maybe an unlocked liquor cabinet? She giggled a little with the enthusiastic SOLD! you gave her afterwards. Suddenly, the sound of a landline ringing cut through the happy and comfortable silence. Tara ignored it, hardly anyone called their landline. She wasn't even sure why they still had that landline, it's wasn't the 90s anymore.

The ringing stopped, then started up again.

Weird.

Tara sighed, telling you to wait a minute since her "stupid landline was ringing". A voice answered on the other end, deep, raspy, grainy, claiming to be Tara's mother's friend from group. You got a bad feeling about this.