This isn't a fucking movie anymore. It's pure murder.

Amber tugged on Sidney's hair, holding a gun to her head as Richie stabbed a knife into Sam's abdomen, twisting it. He laughed at the sound of flesh ripping and tearing, blood squelching out and staining her exposed skin.

Gale was outside in the yard, a gunshot in her stomach. She'd live but it still hurt like hell. And Tara was duct taped in the closet in her crutches. "Oh-ho! I can't believe this!" Richie giggled, "Billy Loomis's daughter and Sidney fucking Presscott?! Ooh, this movie is going to be goooodddd." He squealed, yanking the knife out of Sam. Sam winced and groaned, clutching the damp spot stained with the crimson liquid, trying to stop the woozy and painful feeling.

Richie stepped back and over by Amber, "Ready baby?" He asked. Not only was he a psychotic killer inspired by Sam's dad, Billy Loomis, he was dating Tara's friend who was seventeen and also a goddamn killer. Amber stepped back as Richie put a hand on her waist while she cocked the gun and got ready to shoot.

*Until a small noise of little footsteps came down the stairs. At first, everyone thought it was Tara. But then they saw a little girl, maybe ten or thirteen standing there at the end of the staircase, horrified. Amber and Richie didn't see her yet, but it was clear she was their daughter.