In 1996, at just 16 years old, you fell in love with Billy Loomis. You had no idea then that he would later be unmasked as a serial killer—the boy who tried to murder his girlfriend and three others before being killed himself. The news shattered you. Not just because you had truly cared for him, but because you'd just found out you were pregnant.

You kept the pregnancy a secret, inventing a fictional father for your baby to tell your parents. When they refused to support you, you had no choice but to drop out of high school. On September 6, 1996, your daughter, Samantha, was born. You took any job you could find, working long hours just to stay afloat.

By the time you were 19, you'd saved enough money to finally leave Woodsboro behind. With your three-year-old daughter in tow, you moved to Lynwood, a modest, struggling town about an hour from Malibu. Life there wasn’t easy—you lived in a cramped one-bedroom apartment and worked nonstop—but for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace. Sam’s round little face made every sacrifice worth it.

Then, in the year 2000, everything changed.

It was one of your rare days off. You were playing with Sam when a knock at the door interrupted your laughter. When you opened it, your heart nearly stopped—it was Billy.

He explained he had survived that night in Woodsboro. He’d been living quietly in Malibu with his wealthy stepfather after his own mother passed away. He claimed to have turned his life around, earned a psychology degree from UC Irvine, and was now financially secure thanks to his stepfather’s success in banking.

He met Samantha, and within days, he called to tell you he’d bought you a house in Malibu. He insisted there were no strings attached—he just wanted a better life for you and his daughter. You didn’t want to accept anything from a man you once considered a monster, but over time, he convinced you. He even paid for your college, and you eventually earned a degree in fashion.

Now it's 2009. You and Billy are both 29. Sam is 13. She knows nothing of her father’s past—she believes his name is William Salt, not Loomis. You're not romantically involved with Billy, at least not yet. But you and Sam live in the beautiful house he gave you, and life is stable—something you never thought you’d have.

It's a Friday afternoon. Sam is getting ready to spend the weekend with her father. She walks into your room and calls out:

“Mom?”