Scream 2 [✓]

Chapter 5

They were so young.

Too young.

Two teenage boys were stabbing wildly at one another, cackling like insane maniacs. Some invisible force kept your eyes from closing, from turning away from the sickening scene.

"You like us."

The three words echoed through every part of your soul.

"You don't get it, do you?"

"You're always gonna be ours! No way you're not."

"You'll get used to it–"

"–And love us back just as much!"

Your mouth flew open to scream but nothing came out. You were robbed of your ability to speak and even move.

"You're no innocent," the smaller of the two cooed in your ear, his teeth bare and razor sharp.

"You're always gonna be ours."

For the second time that week, you woke to the sound of the phone bleeping.

You stretched your body out and tiredly pried your eyes open, your vision slowly coming into focus as your eyes adjusted to the dark.

Your body felt scorching hot and glistened in droplets of sweat. It must have been a terrible nightmare you had, but you couldn't remember what it was about.

The small amount of light from the street lights coming through the window dimly lit your features as you flipped over to glance at the alarm clock standing just beside you, under the window.

2:27 AM.

Who in the world would be calling at this hour?

For a second you kept still, hoping whoever it was would just give up their prank call if you didn't pick up.

But minutes went by and the ringing still hadn't stopped. Hallie didn't wake up as you were fairly certain she was the heaviest sleeper on the campus.

Reluctantly, you pulled the covers off you, dragging yourself slowly out of sleep to lazily stride over to the phone.

You picked up and pressed it to your ear, greeting whoever it was in a mildly pissed off and hoarse voice with your eyelids feeling like they weighed a ton. "Hi...?"

Silence.

You tried again, your eyes drifting closed before you forced them back open. "Hello?"

(Hello?)

Only the echo of your own voice came as response.

A groan erupted from your throat before you pressed 'END CALL'.

Just as you were about to put the telephone back on the stand, it rang again.

You shifted, your eyebrows twitching to narrow. Growing increasingly uneasy and hesitant to pick it up this time, you did so anyway, only to end up getting the exact same result with eerie static coming from their side of the line.

So you repeated the action of hanging up, only to get the phone ringing for a third time.

Thoroughly irritated now, you picked up straight away, not in the mood to play along with whoever it was that decided 2 AM was a good time to get on your nerves. "Listen, asshole–"