Scary Movie

Lets play a game.

"Oh god." Casey screamed causing Ace's eyes to widen, Instantly Casey went to unlock the door only to stop, Terror flooding the blondes face as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Please don't hurt him." Casey cried as Ace stared out the glass door in horror. Running towards the kitchen Ace grabbed one of the kitchen knives from its place before walking back to the living room.

"Why are you doing this?' Casey questioned as Ace entered the room again. Ace could tell what ever the guy was saying was freaking Casey out. Staring out the glass door she was trying to see if she could see anyone else outside. But all she could see was Steve, who looked scared out of him mind.

"No!" Casey Screams into the phone making Ace flinch as she zoned back into the girls phone call. "What type of game?" Casey sniffed as she whipped more tears away. Reaching over she turned the lights back off, Now all Ace could see out side was the faint outline of Steve, who was struggling against the ropes, trying to get free.

"What are you doing?" Ace whisper, gripping the handle of the kitchen knife tightly. Instead of answering Aces question, Casey crouched down behind the TV, pulling a lamp cord from the socket, causing the room to darken. Ace quickly scooted in behind the crouched girl before crouching down herself. she felt like she was going to throw up or faint. Probably both knowing her luck.

"Please don't do this." Casey mumbled into the phone causing Ace to gently place a hand on Casey's shoulder, she could feel Casey flinch before the girl grabbed her hand. "No.. please.... please.... I cant do this.... please no.." Ace gave Casey's hand a gentle squeeze. Taking a deep breath, Casey let go of the girls hand and whipped the tears off her cheeks.

"Micheal... Micheal Myers." She mumbled into the phone what ever the guy said caused Casey to sigh in relief, only to yell out in horror. "Please go away and leave all of us alone." She sobbed into the phone causing Aces heart to sink into her chest, she knew something bad was bound to happen. "No please, I cant do this Anymore." there was a pause before Casey shot up off the ground, "Jason!, Jason, its Jason." She repeated only for anger to flash across her face.

" No its not, It was Jason, I saw that movie goddamn 20 times. It Was Jason Voorhees." She snapped only for her face to drop, "You tricked me." Whatever to guy said next caused Casey to quickly to get up and turn the light to the backyard on. Both females looked out the glass door. Both girls let out a gut wrenching scream at the sight before them. Steve eyes were wide as his head lulled to the side., his stomach was ripped open, his guts laying on the ground in between his feet. Ace dropped the knife as tears streamed down her face. Casey fell to her knees as sobs erupted from her lips. grabbing Casey by the sleeve, Ace pulled her back to their hiding spot. Ace could hear the guy laughing on the phone since Casey had it hanging loosely at her side.

"Hey, we aren't finished yet." Both girls looked at the phone as Casey brought it back to her ear.

"Please, leave us alone." She whimpered into the phone. looking around, Casey grabbed a sharp metal object while Ace contemplated on weather or not to grab the fallen knife. It was discarded on the ground in front of the glass door.

"Don't do this, I cant... I wont."

"Your call." the voice said as the blonde Pulled the phone from her ear, Casey looked at it confused before a chair went flying through the glass window, glass spraying everywhere. Ace and Casey screamed as Ace grabbed Casey's sleeve and yanked her towards the kitchen. Looking back at Casey, Ace noticed a dark figure quickly moved into the house through the shattered doorway.

"Grab a knife." Ace mumbled to the blonde as they made their way into the smoky kitchen, Casey nodded as Ace quickly walked over to the window unlatching it, she turned, about to tell Casey to escape through the window with her when she noticed she wasn't there.

"Casey?" Ace whispered. No response. "Casey." still nothing. Turning back towards the window She was about to open it when she felt a hand grab the back of her head and slam it into the window causing it to shatter. The broken glass ended up cutting Aces face as she slumped to the ground. Groaning in pain the dark haired female was rolled over onto her back, opening her eyes, she was face to face with a ghostly white mask.

"Oh fuck." She groaned as the Masked man pulled out a knife, Kicking the person in the gut she rolled on to her stomach and quickly scrambled to her feet. Taking off towards the side door, she was inches away from the door handle when she felt an arm wrap around her waist. Kicking and screaming she thrashed around trying desperately to breaking free form the masked killer.

A burning pain erupted in her shoulder as she felt the blade pierce her shoulder. The killer twisted the blade before yanking it out of her shoulder, forcefully pushing her head first into the door she became unconscious.

Casey stood horrified in front of the broken window as she watched Ace lay on the floor. Running down the side of the house, She sobbed in relief as she saw head lights down the road. Only to let out a muffled scream as she was tackled to the ground.

The killer rolled her over and flashed the knife in front of her eyes before stabbing her in the abdomen. She cry out in pain as the killer twisted the knife before yanking it back out. As the Killer brought the knife down, ready to stab her again, Casey knocked the blade out of his hands, causing him to grunt as he wrapped his hands around her throat and started squeezing.

Casey gasped as she used her free hand to claw at his arm. Digging her nails into the killers arm she was able use her legs to toss the killer off of her. Crawling to her feet, She gently placed her free hand on her throat as she limped towards the front of her house She watched her parents walk towards their front door.

"Mom." She called out, but her voice was nothing more then a whispered, not hearing their daughters cry for help, they walked inside.
Casey dragged by her feet through the damp soil… the life slowly leaving her body with each step. her hand still clutching the phone. She was so close to safety.

“Where is she? Where's my baby?” Casey's mom cried as she and her husband looked at the destruction inside their home.

“Call the police.” Was all her husband could muster up as he looked from the broken glass to his wife.

The mother moves  to the phone in the foyer, as she picks it up she noted that there was no dial tone.  She jiggled the base in hope it would work.

“The phone's dead.” She said in a panic only to look down at the phone when she heard the softest...faintest voice of her daughter.
     
  “..help me…” it was so quiet her mother almost didn't hear it.

“She's here, God, I can hear her. Where's my baby?”

The husband returns to the foyer finding his wife clinging to the
phone. Tears threaten to spill from his wife's eyes as she looks up at him.

“Where is she?”

“I can hear her. Oh Mother of God, I can hear her.” She cried as she placed a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from sobbing.

“Casey! Ace?! Casey?!?” The blonde's father yelled, with each name his voice began to get louder in hopes they would hear him.

“ Not my daughter...not my…”

grabbing a hold of his wife. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and placed them into his wife's hands.

“Get in the car and drive down to the Mackenzie's.”

Casey's mother went to protest but her husband gives her a stern look that makes her stop and nod her head. Placing the phone down she runs to the front door and throws it open.

As she rushes out the door Casey's father moves through the house looking for the two missing girls when a scream echoes through the secluded area. He knew all too well it belonged to his wife.  He darts off for the front door.

The father rushes out the door to find his wife, on her knees, her hands clutched to her chest as she cries, her eyes staring off towards the treeline.   His eyes followed that of his wife's.

It landed on a tree in his yard and his stomach fails him as his dinner rises from his stomach as he bares
witness to the single, most horrifying sight he'll ever see.

His only daughter was hung from a big oak tree, her stomach ripped open along with multiple stab wounds to the chest. He could tell she was very much dead. And he lets out a horrible scream as he drops to his knees beside his wife.